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exzac change & iyzlow matisse - bojack lyrics

intro:

roll it up
light it up
smoke it up
blaze
pour ’em up
line ’em up
smile on my…
face
only smoke the good good type that stink up the entire place
(like a fireplace?)
and let none go to waste
ayy

hook:
all of my smoke is the flame
can’t say the same for yourself, what a shame
you roll a j up i swear it taste like a bale of hay
that sh+t for horses, i am a man
don’t want a portion, f+ck is a gram
i need a big ole’ zippy+dippy+doo+dah
and a brew+ha, and i’ll be happy as a clam
change!
roll it up, light it up, smoke it up. blaze!
pour ’em up, line ’em up, smile on my face!
only smoke the good good, the type that stink up the entire place
(like a fireplace!)
and let none go to waste
verse 1 [exzac change]:
swear i live in the best state
we smoke on the best strains
feel high like in tenth grade
remember in tenth grade?
buy an eighth it would last like ten days
now we gettin that rent paid
still twistin’ up top shelf
gotta maintain
mary jane be my main thang
no sniffin’ that ping ping
can’t f+ck up my brain man
love me a payday
need me a vaca
but still i’ma grind, money can’t buy all this sh+t on my mind
hands made of diamonds
after the dip the profit is rising
gotta be wise, most of you aren’t but i’m not surprised
neither was i
most of you folks are the same
can’t say the same for myself i get paid
you scared of some change
stuck in that minimum wage
probably should ask for a raise
i don’t want nothin’ but cake
you can have crumbs on the plate
whole weeks worth of work done in a day
i don’t even need a break no no
we don’t talk about it bro we been about it
ever since i moved from mamas house i had a large amount of talent
yeah there was doubt what is life without it
i been climbin’ mountains but reclinin’ now
like i’m winding down
’99 until now made the boy chill out but the weed still loud
you know
hook:
all of my smoke is the flame
can’t say the same for yourself, what a shame
you roll a j up i swear it taste like a bale of hay
that sh+t for horses, i am a man
don’t want a portion, f+ck is a gram
i need a big ole’ zippy+dippy+doo+dah
and a brew+ha, and i’ll be happy as a clam
change!
roll it up, light it up, smoke it up. blaze!
pour ’em up, line ’em up, smile on my face!
only smoke the good good, the type that stink up the entire place
(like a fireplace!)
and let none go to waste

verse 2 [iyzlow matisse]:
all of my smoke is the flame
you can’t say the same well pardon my grin
you roll a j up i swear it taste like a fart in the wind
just like the cartilage under my skin, its easy as crackin my knuckles
i’m rollin these joints from the pack in the duffel
let the party begin!
cuz i can remember in tenth when we used to keep it a secret
sneakin’ up under the bleachers chiefin’
cheap cologne, head to toe
then i’m headed home to watch even stevens
now that reefer on me when i greet the evening
don’t need a reason to spend
while the rest of you nerds on that comedy central
mine gotta be special that premium blend
and me and my friends (well sh+t)
we all gettin’ high
we passin’ ’em round, then burning ’em down to the tip
and then call it a night
don’t mess around with the gimmicks
need me a smell that’s offensive
love when my foliage tinted
don’t make no difference i know that them numbers lie
i’m gettin’ just as high off that low percentage
gotta know ya limits if ya smokin’ with us
mota rollin’ never phone it in
hold it in, never choke or hiccup
cuz i got no limit, soulja slim
grillin’ cheese see me chillin’ cheesin’ with a gorgeous grin
and if marijuana wanna run for office i’d vote for them
here we go again like
hook:
all of my smoke is the flame
can’t say the same for yourself, what a shame
you roll a j up i swear it taste like a bale of hay
that sh+t for horses, i am a man
don’t want a portion, f+ck is a gram
i need a big ole’ zippy+dippy+doo+dah
and a brew+ha, and i’ll be happy as a clam
change!
roll it up, light it up, smoke it up. blaze!
pour ’em up, line ’em up, smile on my face!
only smoke the good good, the type that stink up the entire place
and let none go to waste

outro:
roll it up
light it up
smoke it up
blaze
pour ’em up
line ’em up
smile on my…
face
only smoke the good good type that stink up the entire place
and let none go to waste

- exzac change iyzlow matisse lyrics

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