Lyrics Burn1 - Dropout Kings

God damn
You can smell that through the bag
Damn right I brought some for the whole class
God damn
You can smell that through the bag
Homie, where your head at?
Break that up and roll that
Fuck is you selling them?
Man that Audiodope be propelling them
All the competition, we excelling them
All these compositions be like contradictions
For that weak shit you put out on the block
Hands together, boy we praying it stops
Always got a better cross in my sock
Always gotta keep in line for the AUX
I don′t be cuffing this shit
I don't like cussing, got cuts on my wrists
My bitch
Mary, Mary, but she leaving me ripped
Fairy Mary when she hitting my lips
Straight from the earth my whole catalog
Got them chasing the highs like it′s cat and dog
G-O-do, catch me rolling stone
Rock and roll like Golem
Looking like "I told ya, bitch"
I'm rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
I spit the wrap only with grass and twist it up
I'm rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
They come fast like "I can′t get enough"
God damn
You can smell that through the bag
Damn right I brought some for the whole class
God damn
You can smell that through the bag
Homie, where your head at?
Break that up and roll that
Puffing on that seaweed and forgot to look
Got me so high I forgot the hook
Smoking longer than an iodine half-life
Blunt so big, probably hit it in a past life
But I can get ya what you need if your cash right
Like gas, like turn this shit to ash, right?
Like trees, like leaves in the breeze
Like grass, like green, like cheese when it stinks
I′m saying when I'm up this high it′s panoramic
Dab after dab, damn I can to speak
And every evening I write my demons
How I exorcise and made me to a heathen
The reason I keep on blazing
No persuasion is needed, I'm fiended
Teach me the THC, I breathe in deep
Toke low-key like I talk to gods or
And I′ma start-ah!
I'm rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
I spit the wrap only with grass and twist it up
I′m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
They come fast like "I can't get enough"

Quit being wimpy and light it up
My crew got the juice come be hype with us
I know what you want, baby light it up
Twist it, twist it up (Take off right into the sky with us)

I'm rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
They come fast like "I can′t get enough"
God damn
You can smell that through the bag
My crew got the juice come be hype with us
I figured you into that kind of stuff
God damn
You can smell that through the bag
Light it up, light it up
Take off right into the sky with us