Merkules - Smoke Clouds

Rollin' weed, tryna find myself
Every minute, every hour 'til my time runs out
I'm on a highway and I can't slow down
If I crack open the window
All you'll see is smoke clouds

I'm rollin' weed, tryna find myself
Every minute, every hour 'til my time runs out
I'm on a highway and I can't slow down
If I crack open the window
All you'll see is smoke clouds

A steady smoker, a joker with no diploma
The dopest, I'm roll the ganja
Ted talks of the marijuana, ha
The seed peddler chiefin' the weed regular
Heatin' the green nebula, sleepin' with three Debras
At least I think so, I call 'em by the same name
Got 'em rolling blunts and pouring drinks before the gang bang
The same thang, homie
Only it's a different day
Roll it up and drift away
I smoked the blunt then hit the jay
Tryna smoke but you ain't pitched in
Everybody else high and I feel no pain
One-two many tokes to the brain
Shorty keep pullin' on the rope of my chain
Untamed, something like an animal
They know when all the wolves come out tonight
Too cool, I never with the school
When it comes to the kush, I'm about that life

I lay her back and then start pullin' down her thong
I hit like the Mack and then we pullin' out that bong
Raw
Is how I keep it when I'm freakin'
I bust a nut, she take a cab
I'll see her on a weekend, ha

Rollin' weed, tryna find myself
Every minute, every hour 'til my time runs out
I'm on a highway and I can't slow down
If I crack open the window
All you'll see is smoke clouds

I'm rollin' weed, tryna find myself
Every minute, every hour 'til my time runs out
I'm on a highway and I can't slow down
If I crack open the window
All you'll see is smoke clouds

Ten shots of vodka and a fresh pack of Swishers
I turned into a jerk and probably pimp-slap your sister
A grown man, so refer to me as mister
I roll it up and pass it 'til my thumbs get the blisters
I'm hella high, I don't even need to try
Chiefing in the ride, I fall asleep while listen drive, ha
We smoking heavy, sippin' bourbon in the jeep
With the top down cruising, couple burnt holes in the seat
So much second hand, it's like I'm servicing the streets
Young Merk is on a creep, I put in work over these beats, ha
And you didn't know then what you know now
I got a couple of OZs when it go down
Profound, got 'em fiending for my dope sound
Blow pounds, roll round with the whole crowd
Yo, Merk, you need to slow it down
So they could understand
Well, I got four words for 'em, "I'm the fucking man"
Started at the bottom, now we made it to the middle
Then we went from the middle right to the top
Roll up the chronic and I'ma hit it a little
A bit of gin and I just can't stop
Feeling faded, really high, I don't know what time it is
Light it, blow it in the sky
You too scared to try my shit

Rollin' weed, tryna find myself
Every minute, every hour 'til my time runs out
I'm on a highway and I can't slow down
If I crack open the window
All you'll see is smoke clouds

I'm rollin' weed, tryna find myself
Every minute, every hour 'til my time runs out
I'm on a highway and I can't slow down
If I crack open the window
All you'll see is smoke clouds

Written by:
Cole Corbett Stevenson

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