Chillin
By: Smokey
Duration
1:56
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Lyrics
Now you could catc me chillin in some All Stars Creased dickies tall shirt and a tallcan out the brown bag n when I'm rollin out Im layin back n I'm blazin on a loud batch n I"m downin pills until I can't come back When I woke up this mornin I was stretchin n yawnin wit crust in my eyes I was rollin up a dusty blunt N keppin it lit wit a BIC n dusty elements on the side N while im listenin to the elements Earth Wind and Fire Im gonna be smokin on that fire n I'm inhalin the smoke like the wind of a hurricane On a J of Earth just so I can elevate Cuz I'm tryna go to space I'm tryna get higher and I Don't Give A DAMN if I ever het hired Cuz I don't need no job but when I roll the weed then I'll always keep a job N no paycheccs but I still look fresh white tees wit creased seams n silver ropes around my neck n Chuck Ts on my feet I'm chillin n chuggin on a bottle im feelin the pill n now I'm fuckin on a model Imma ravage like a savage Imma cause alotta damage critical when I slam it Fuckin Her Til She Blacks or Passes Now you could catc me chillin in some All Stars Creased dickies tall shirt and a tallcan out the brown bag n when I'm rollin out Im layin back n I'm blazin on a loud batch n I"m downin pills until I can't come back
