Roll and smoke

Roll up a fatty, smoke me some weed.

Pull out a bottle, of some good ol jim beam.

Now let’s get cross faded, forget all the problems.

Momma always said, that that wouldn’t solve em.

But it feels so good, yeah it feels so great, to have a moment, that time slips away.

So I’ll Roll up a fatty, smoke me some weed.

Pull out a bottle, of some good ol jim beam.

Now let’s get cross faded, forget all the problems.

Momma always said, that that wouldn’t solve em.

Now im sitting here alone, drowning in sorrow, thinking bout if, there was no tomorrow. And I just sip it back. And think to myself, what if I,

Roll up a fatty, smoke me some weed.

Pull out a bottle, of some good ol jim beam.

Now get cross faded, forget all the problems.

Momma always said, that that wouldn’t solve em.

Oh, I smoke me a jay, I chug a whole bottle, now I’m feeling okay, not taking life in full throttle. I’m doing it. I’m getting by. All it takes is,

Rolling a fatty, smoking some weed.

Then I’ll pull out a bottle, of some good ol jim beam.

Now I’ll get cross faded, forget all my problems.

Momma always said… I never listened to her anyway.