Chorus (Wiz Khalifa): Got no problems my weed lit Got no where to go so we ride and we smoke til we cant anymore and keep floatin uh, pa** it to your man and roll another one and keep floatin' when its almost done why don't you go and break down enough for another one and roll me some and keep floatin' verse 1 (mac miller): And you can pa** that the kid who rock a snap back steady blow this hash back until my thoughts are abstract how to get by thats how we livin in this day and age I bring some color to a world thats filled with shades of gray throwin this cake away to blaze and sip some tanqueray remember spectatin till they pick the kid to play the game Now im an all star blast it out the ballpark In my Lamborghini speedin your a golf cart California dreams Amsterdam reality Life ain't what it seems these the thoughts the weed pull out of me Blow through a thousand trees The whole entire crowd can see livin in what seems to be fiction im on a balcony I Light one up this for those whoever doubted me Then light another this for those who hold it down for me Pa**in around the weed no problems at all and you haters keep on hatin man I aint talkin to yall