Chris Calor - Chillin lyrics

(Intro )Ayo pa** me the bottle right there . Yeah them papes too Thanks Man (Verse 1)Uhh . Rolling up the herbs Eyes are turning red Getting low but they ain't shut Im getting higher than good grades Man in feeling great As the spliff slowly dissapears Like your lady Cuz shes here Hitting out the joint So i pa** her the visine Now Her eyes are clear Yeah we continue puffing Breaking down the trees But i ain't a lumberjack I Get her number dont call her back But when i do We in the back Of the black whip No Cadillac Rewind that uhh (Instrumentals) *spark up doobies* (Verse 2)She love the way it feel All the ganja in the 'piff Im feeling blessed Im so amazed The way we light the thing and blaze Its always what i crave What more can i say ? Same buddah different day I guess i smoke this all today Cus i enjoy that mary jane Get so l-i-f-t-e-d Shut up and spark the green g Lets continue to make smoke We hot boxing Loud music Loud weed Good movement Thanks to the 40 Oz's Girl please Sit down Dont speak GET HIGH Feel the breeze Dont think Dont blink Sip pink While you stuffing the cone Find me my lighter Get me higher Pa**ing out ain't an option Its 4:20 The time don't change to my eyes Like the clock is out of order Or my world was put on pause Im blazing it in texas Like i never learned the law Cuz I never really ever cared Dawg