Vic Mensa - Roll My Weed lyrics

Hook: You don't have to think about too much What are you worried for? We can get high But don't get too high Verse 1: She was a watermelon sundae without the icing Friday night life and the lights like Tyson Type to never let you hit twice, like lightning These nights I just get high and write with the [?] Other times I smoke till I get too high You acting brand new, I think you need a new guy A good b**h wanna f** with a rude boy She used to be a church girl, Hallelujah Now she gone when I get that back home You taking too long, let me get back my phone Come wind it up for me while I'm writing this song We could sing R&B duet on my microphone Like Ooh-wah, the one that finish my sentences Know what I'm saying, you know soon as I'm thinking it Curly blond afro, go put a kick in it, twist and pick it up and let it down Hook: You don't have to think about too much What are you waiting for? We can get high You can roll my weed Let your hair down That's fine by me But don't get too high You can roll my weed Let your hair down That's fine by me Just roll my weed (roll my f**ing weed) But don't get too high Verse: She was a late night gun fight without the fighting The way we clashed sometimes felt like the titans You know how you know it's real? Feel the silence (Shh I can't) Not a habit to call [?] I like it how she hates how I like cars and girls and money Haha, you know these hoes be funny But hey, shake shake shake shake shake it She want a rockstar with my tight leather jacket Smoking like a rasta with my ganja and my matches Beaches in Jamaica, all you bamboclat b**hes Wait wait wait don't break it Oh she want it faster but he's upset Play the track back for you, rewind You can roll up in the meantime Hook: You don't have to think about too much What are you waiting for? We can get high You can roll my weed Let your hair down That's fine by me Don't get too high You can roll my weed Let your hair down That's fine by me Just roll my weed Don't get too high Bridge: Sometimes I get high just to balance out the lows House party in the room and everybody knows Excuse me Bobby Brown but where's the [?] You can smell the smoke in my clothes All by myself in my room burning loud My momma say, "Vic, please turn that sh** down" I can't, I can't, I'm sorry momma, I can't Hook: You know, you don't have to worry about too much What are you waiting for? We can get high You can roll my weed That's fine by me You can roll my weed That's fine by me