Window Lyrics

Oh shit

This that tape make you want to stay up late

And call in sick the next day

Rolling down the window

Blowing out the endo

Laughing with my kinfolk

Watching as the wind blow

Rolling down the window

Blowing out the endo

Laughing with my kinfolk

Watching as the wind blow

It's that puff puff pass

Makes you want to get fucked up fast

I want to hit that first but I think I need to hit that last

With two more blunts in the stash

We smoking both don't ask

It's the primo gas that'll put Mike Tyson on his ass

We just got it off his ranch I'm a pothead who loves plants

I smoke the greenest grass like a fiend with his cash

You know where I be going

You know that I ain't holding

Cause I already smoked it

It's okay nigga just focus

I be

Rolling down the window

Blowing out the endo

Laughing with my kinfolk

Watching as the wind blow

Rolling down the window

Blowing out the endo

Laughing with my kinfolk

Watching as the wind blow

Tweaking tweaking

We do this every weekend

We don't need no reason

We got blunts from every region

Tweaking tweaking

We do this every weekend

We don't need no reason

We got blunts from every region

Lungs can't take it

Got the strongest fragrance

Think somebody laced it

I'm too high to make it

Tell my bro I'm sorry I'm just out of orbit

Head rush got me lost like an orphan

I'm rolling down the window trying to keep it simple

I fucked up my mental with blunts the size of pencils

Without a word I step out all the smoke just let's out

I'm so high tell myself it's time for me to head out

Out of my mind don't forget to bring a five

If you trying to get high

We can smoke up the skies

What you trying to light

We got bongs joints or pipes

This stuff will get you right

Come on nigga it's what you like

Rolling down the window

White smoke meadows

Blowing out so gentle laughing with an echo

Rolling down the window

As if it was a sin though

Smokey the bear says N O

Now we burning major trees he gotta let go

Tweaking tweaking

We do this every weekend

We don't need no reason

We got blunts from every region

It's an Eastside thing, ya dun, know

Lickshot bumbaclot

If ya fuck up the roto