[Intro: Mac Miller & Wiz Khalifa]
Mm-hmm
And you know, and you know
It's the only way it go
Hey
Say, hey (She know who this is by)
Uh
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go
So we ride and we smoke 'til we can't anymo'
And keep floatin'
[Post-Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh
Pass it to your man, roll another one and (Keep floatin')
When it's almost done
Why don't you go and break down enough for another one
And roll me some?
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey, then you can pass that, the kid who rock a snapback
Steady blow this hash back until my thoughts are abstract
High to get by, that's how we livin' in this day and age
I bring some color to a world that's filled with shades of gray
Throwin' this cake away to blaze and sip some Tanqueray
Remember spectatin' 'til they picked the kid to play the game
Now I'm an all-star, blasted out the ballpark
In my Lamborghini, speedin', you a golf cart
California dreams, Amsterdam reality
Life ain't what it seems, these the thoughts that weed pull outta me
Blow through a thousand trees, the whole entire crowd get skeed
Livin' in what seems to be fiction, I'm on a balcony
I light one up, this for those who ever doubted me
Then light another, this for those who hold it down for me
Mm-hmm
And you know, and you know
It's the only way it go
Hey
Say, hey (She know who this is by)
Uh
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go
So we ride and we smoke 'til we can't anymo'
And keep floatin'
[Post-Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh
Pass it to your man, roll another one and (Keep floatin')
When it's almost done
Why don't you go and break down enough for another one
And roll me some?
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey, then you can pass that, the kid who rock a snapback
Steady blow this hash back until my thoughts are abstract
High to get by, that's how we livin' in this day and age
I bring some color to a world that's filled with shades of gray
Throwin' this cake away to blaze and sip some Tanqueray
Remember spectatin' 'til they picked the kid to play the game
Now I'm an all-star, blasted out the ballpark
In my Lamborghini, speedin', you a golf cart
California dreams, Amsterdam reality
Life ain't what it seems, these the thoughts that weed pull outta me
Blow through a thousand trees, the whole entire crowd get skeed
Livin' in what seems to be fiction, I'm on a balcony
I light one up, this for those who ever doubted me
Then light another, this for those who hold it down for me
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