Jay Arre - Cloud 81 (feat. Smileyface) Lyrics

Roll another one
Get high Get lifted
High up in the clouds thinking Eighty one
Get to grinding break her down Kissing her for fun
Asian coming out barely see the Ground
Aint gotta throw her on a scale To see her by the pound
Shorty by the O loud pack like a Flame lit
Rolling up the dro gas like a Station
That make you take it slow Presidential smoke
Big blunt blowing give a f*ck About a hoe
Before I think about the night Im Chilling at home sipping patron Blowing a zone
Felt the vibration so I picked up My phone this chick talking Wrong yelling and all
Already f*cked up whoops she Got hung up on
Picked up my blunt kept Smoking strong
Feeling turnt up and border line Gone long hair by the fragrance Of the dreads Im a stoner
Exhaling sativa call that shit the Prequel
Prequel to the sequel of a blimp Lifestyle
To lift this high a pimp like mine Gotta get a taste of that Seattle Shawn Kemp pine
Them mountain high times
I wake up then roll up roll over So high sometimes I get sober Twenty four seven get Chauffeured got a block in stock For brokers Glock for my bitch Try to poke her AK turn to Super soaker so high sometimes I Get sober
High up in the clouds thinking Eighty one
Get to grinding break her down Kissing her for fun
Asian coming out barely see the Ground
Aint gotta throw her on a scale To see her by the pound
Shorty by the O loud pack like a Flame lit
Rolling up the dro gas like a Station
That make you take it slow Presidential smoke
Big blunt blowing give a f*ck About a hoe
I been so stoned I been smoking by my lonely
Late night munchies got me watching Cheech and Chong
Me and Jay we don't rolled bout 30 backwoods
Hopped out on a plane and went to Oakland where its good
When Im in my zone
Please leave me alone
If you hit this dab you won't make it home
Bags
That shit you rollin yea its swag
This different color kind of bags
Weed shop popping tags
Smoke mid that's why you mad
And I cant blame you
The way my life's set up I cant hang with you
I dream so much about weed that shit came true
Might be gas where you from where Im from that shit called blue
Yea ya dig
Rollin up on the weekly
Smoke weed not cigs
When I get older man you already know Ima smoke one with my kids
Said she wanna smoke well Ima smoke her out
If you don't know your grower you need to put that out
High up in the clouds thinking Eighty one
Get to grinding break her down Kissing her for fun
Asian coming out barely see the Ground
Aint gotta throw her on a scale To see her by the pound
Shorty by the O loud pack like a Flame lit
Rolling up the dro gas like a Station
That make you take it slow Presidential smoke
Big blunt blowing give a f*ck About a hoe