[Intro]
Smoke, smoke, smoke. [x4]
[Verse: Matt Vintage]
Rolling papers, were smokin' better
Get high off this kush rolled up in these
f**ing transparent letters. Grade K weed
Like my daily grades, but the only thing
That fails are my eyes that fade. We always
Take sh** but never buy it, we share stolen
Items but always tend to f**ing light it
We fugitives on the streets, rocking' average
Cleats, wanna' talk sh** so you meet my feet
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you may think that you're so good that your smiling, hide that f** sh**
But I know. [x4]
[Verse: Matt Vintage]
I'm going down but I'm at it again, we astronauts
From space going through the f**ing ceiling
Fan, high enough to let the whole world know
Even our fans can sometimes be so...cold but, who
Cares so be bold, since we high as f** let's
Just let the world know. Were k**er costly, were
Hella' frosty, sh** makes me shiver but feeling lostly
Yeah
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]