We Drink, We Smoke

(album: Ivy League: Kick Back - 2013)

[Hook:]
We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke
We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke
We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
You can smell it on my clothes that we
We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke
We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke
We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
You can smell it on my clothes

[Verse 1:]
Catch me rolling up some medical
This shit here look like vegetables
I'm on that gas, I call it Texaco
I'm on that Cally not that Mexico
17 in the clip, I got that plexico
Roll a blunt while I'm driving, professional
I'm so high, I think I'm extraterrestrial
Huh, and your bitch is highly accessible, shit
She seen my busting down the swisher sweet, ha
With more chains on that Mr. T
She came here ask me, can she hit the tree
But I notice that she came with a clique of freaks
She say she 24 just enrolled in grad school
I told her roll up, she said I'd be more than glad to
She's on my cashews so I poured her a cup
Then she asked, "can my girls have a glass too?, because"

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[Verse 2:]
I'm high up, light up,
And I've been that way since I poured that four
Roll it up and let me smoke that dojo
Even though I don't smoke no more
Grip the wheel while I sway them bows, sky scraping on 24
Reserved the feeling and bring it back some more
Can't feel my head but my eyes are low
Gotta get to cloud nine
I got a couple more miles to go
They hit the weed outside,
I never smelled this loud before
Got a bitch that love to suck and fuck
When she take shots she done head too
With 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 of them thangs
She get hella loud we she dance
Plus my neighbours always complain, cause I'm never sober
Pissing on the curb when I'm over
Could wait but the yard is just closer
And shit, I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
They holler at the window, "are you thrown?"
Oh I said, "yes I am!" cause

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[Verse 3:]
Mix it up with some hydro chrome
And I'm off to the O zone
For the way, I'm gonna pack no dough
With a sack of old clothes get my bo boat on
Get the fuck out the dodge in my charger
But I don't need no phone, cause I can't call it
But I might need a cab to call home, cause I'm an alcoholic
Lick, lick, lick the stamp and send it
The address is college, 6, 6, 6, 6, with a kiss and the envelope and mail it
Have I been drinking tonight? well can't you smell it?
I drown myself in whiskey like a fish I try to inhale it
Don't need no p90x to get a 6 pack up on my stomach
It's a goal of mine to hit the goal line
But it's a subtle line until I vomit
Make you party like a white boy, wake up and regret it
Then relive it like you didn't do it,
The night before like you never said it
Motherfucker, Yellow Wolf never off his mojo
So you better put down that brandy, like you better off with no logo
Radio's under a tree, that shady good music
Now put your straw with your cup and get fucked up in some just do it
Or just straight off a glass bottle that's how troops do it
Got your bitches bitch on this shit, two scoops of fruit and nuggets
And your hundred proof fluid, soaked in lsd, chew it
Now you want more, minus two of the three Stooges
We drank, we smoke, it's me stupid!

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