ARMAGEDDON (Room Service) - Rolling Papers Remix lyrics

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pa** it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the pa**enger Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out b**hes and they a**es out, money counting, cotton mouth Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n***a Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n***a [Verse 1: Tanner, The Great] I'm chilling in the garage with my mans We rolled a few backs and we slumped off the xans Cookie got me feeling dizzy and I'm hella hazy I know my eyes red as hell, but don't call me crazy Cause I'm tryna get high as the clouds go I'm tryna be higher than my afro used to be though I always stay the limelight of my friend group n***as always on my shoes, like some goddamn poop All y'all n***as f**ing clowns, for real When I roast y'all you'll be frowning, what's the deal I gotta few down females that's bouta come through And they about to get a track meet by the whole crew Yeah we faded off that henny n***a get a clue And if you ain't bout those pros we don't f** with you Cause we just chill people tryna live it big And if you don't agree you can s** my f**ing dick [Hook: Tyler, The Creator] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pa** it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the pa**enger Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out b**hes and they a**es out, money counting, cotton mouth Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n***a Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n***a [Verse 2: ARMAGEDDON] Got so high I forgot to come down man Jumping out the plane now I'm just free Fallin Only thing on me is my f**ing pair of shoes Nike air Jordan's So I don't need a parachute Got some headphones on so I'm not even hearing you You're a fake a** Pull your mask off like scooby doo In the cage with some gorillas now what's there to do Ain't no billets hittin us like an Ohio Zoo Rip apart the track, zany like a Loony Toon You try to fire back, failing like a stupid goon I'm sick on this beat, like I'm bringing back Ebola And my flow is f**ing nuts, it's probably granola You tried to write a verse but this got you starting ova You'll leave here in a hearse See ya, nice to know ya Still rolling up these papers Me and Tanner bout to blow up Waiting for that next track like and fiend to Coca Cola [Hook: Tyler, The Creator] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pa** it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the pa**enger Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out b**hes and they a**es out, money counting, cotton mouth Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n***a Yeah, we rolling papers over here, n***a