Текст песни Smoke Out 2 - Yung Chubbz

I've been so high - I ain't never coming down
And I've been up here so long, I forgot about the ground
Yes I been about that life
Livin high amongst the clouds
Roll an Owl and float around
In this atmosphere of loud
Like Yaow
That's what happens when you
Smoke Out with the crowd
This that inbound and outbound
Start with ounces grow to pounds
Kickin back in purple clouds
Stoners join around
Take two hits and pass it down
Nigga ain't no turnin down like

Nigga I made it
We gettin faded
Posted just blazin
Whole party on that 4-2-0
Hope the neighbors don't say shit
Clouds thick
You couldn't see through with lasiks
Loud shit
Grin showin teeth when you taste it
Mouth is
Getting so dry
I'm not too high
But I'm in the league with the spaceships
We gettin dro'ed though
Homegirls and bro bros
Smoke like it's YODO
Some niggas, some cholos
And we rep the Gold Coast
Higher than most yo
And that shit's fosho tho
Publicly toking
But that's on the low tho
It's how I make friends
Smoking out people I don't know
Little more turnt up than usual
You should smoke a bowl in your cubicle
Niggas gettin high off residuals
If you like this song
You should check out the video
We smoke a lot of the pot
High keep on climbing
It's not gonna stop
Break it down roll it
And stroll parking lots
We all in the hotbox and like it a lot

Like Yaow
I've been so high - I ain't never coming down
And I've been up here so long, I forgot about the ground
Yes I been about that life
Livin high amongst the clouds
Roll an Owl and float around
In this atmosphere of loud
Like Yaow
That's what happens when you
Smoke Out with the crowd
This that inbound and outbound
Start with ounces grow to pounds
Kickin back in purple clouds
Stoners join around
Take two hits and pass it down
Nigga ain't no turnin down like

We don't give no fuxx
Pack of White Owls
We rollin both up
G pens for grown ups
Edibles, concentrates
Varying dojas
First time was a blast
This time we gone blast off
This tree brings unity
Make Mary Jane our mascot
Can't fuck with no Spice bro
Cause that shit faker than
Ass shots
Gettin way higher than ya
Parents got
Cause this ain't yo dad's pot
Dank tank filler
Atypical stoner vibe
This way chiller
We cross faded
Weed, liquor
Sippy cup fulla THC nigga
R.I.P. to Mac Miller
He was a dope artist
Loud pack killer
Said live life like the weekend
And stack skrilla
No tracks filler
I propose a toast to ya ghost
Sending up love
And a whole buncha smoke
Music be touching a whole buncha folk
And herb can help most get in Touch with they soul so

Like Yaow
That's what happens when you
Smoke Out with the crowd
This that inbound and outbound
Start with ounces grow to pounds
Kickin back in purple clouds
Stoners join around
Take two hits and pass it down
Nigga ain't no turnin down
Like Yaow
I'd like go thank you all for coming out
Invite a buncha friends
Bump this song
And smoke em out
Sprinkle hash in with the loud
Grab OJ for cotton mouth
Pack a hookah
Smoke it down
Nigga ain't no turnin down like