Blunt Talk Brothers From Another (Ft. Nacho Picasso & Raveena)

[Verse 1: Isaiah Banks]

I wanna get high
So I gotta keep reaching that height
I wanna get fly
So I gotta keep smoking that flight
Real blunt's longer than the walk of shame
Only smoke shit with a filthy name
No-dirt weed like Mr. Clean
It's no mystery I got a history
Now I don't need that
Got self control, believe that
Up until Beeba's backstage
Yelling "where the weed at?"
So we're t-glowing that week amount
With that self control that I talked about
Staying comfortable up in a weed cloud
*I'm staying comfortable up in a weed cloud*
Roll Joe like wet burritos
I smoke count in amigos
Hit the cha-cha in my chinos
Like, yo quiero some Doritos, boy
Skip class and I still pass
High school day got ill traps
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Smoking on that Keisha Cole
Hit it once now he knows love
And smoking's not my usual
But I can't seem to give it up