Текст песни The Weekend (Acoustic) [feat. Meta4] - Meta4 , Marty Grimes

I′m blazing rolling down my block
And my eyes so bloodshot
Just me and my girl getting high
Baked in the sun as time ride by
We ain't tripping on nothing tonight
Just glad we got each others side
So it′s gone be me and her
And we gone take a flight for the weekend
Marty
Yea, I just don't get it
See its something about this girl
The way she rolls up another joint it takes me to another world
She gets me so exited and the tree it stays ignited
Once we light it we go flying, I let her be my pilot
Yea, I feel like Wiz, cause she's my weed roller
And I′m hardly ever sober, call me, the romantic stoner
Rolling in my loner, hot-boxing the two of us
Hop out reeking, eyes bleeding, so they knew its us
We be through them blunts, and we been through them jays
On the beach rolling cheech with my stoner babe
The smoking up is just a daily routine
She laugh at me when I get high cause I be trying to sing like