Palm Trees

Roll one up, I gotta

Hit some shit that tastes like chronic

Got the za up in my pocket

Light it on the way to Sonic

Feel a little bit robotic 'cause I'm smoking some iconic

Baby talking real demonic, told her that she better stop it

I be tripping out

Try to touch my weed and I might whip it out

Leave my girl complacent when we making babies on the couch

Roll one up again, smoking on that elephant

Rarely catch me out the house without a fatty in my mouth

(Yup)