Roll Your Jay Songtext
von Harry Mack

Roll your Jay and light it (light it up, now)
Kiss your world goodbye (get ′em higher)
Golden touch like Midas
Every time I'm high (smoke, smoke)
Roll your Jay and light it (light it up, now)
Lift it to the sky (get ′em higher)
Smokin' out the climate
Come on, let's get high, now (smoke, smoke)

Ugh
Go ahead and light it
If you got that feeling, you don′t need to fight it
Just get with it, ugh
Check how I spit
Yeah, come and get it
See I exhibit the skills to get ill from the inner
Guaranteed since birth I been a winner
(I′m a sinner) at times if you consider smoking to be that
But it's medicine inside my weed sack


Believe that
Ease back while I smoke this
Ugh, ayo, I said the joke is on you
If you do not get blue in the face from these blunts
′Cause, yo, I be pulling off the lyrical stunt
Whenever I'm smoking the reefer into my lungs
I get it done
Yeah, ayo, my saga has only begun
Number 1 in the game, yo, I aim for that
Yeah, now roll this up while I slay these tracks and c′mon

Roll your Jay and light it (light it up, now)
Kiss your world goodbye (get 'em higher)
Golden touch like Midas
Every time I′m high (smoke, smoke)
Roll your Jay and light it (light it up, now)
Lift it to the sky (get 'em higher)
Smokin' out the climate
Come on, let′s get high, now (smoke, smoke)

Yeah, it was swishers when niggas was gettin′ started
Now it's Double OG and Backwoods I get to sparking up
Stutter stupid, stumble up in the market
Starting at all the candy, head spinning like Tony Hawk and shit
Doing that line, hundred bag
Nigga, my mind running
Feeling sublime, puffing sublime, puffing up under the pine
Lot of surpack, step on his ark, catch your boy six o′clock
Take a few hits and recline, aye
Take a few hits and recline, aye


Make some hits in the stu'
Nigga dream of blue
Hit the crew
Roll the grill shit that ease the blues
I′m recluse, sacking reckless off of gin and juice
Hit up Snoop and twist some emoji in hennesy
To make it through a day, I need a coupie
Girl, I'm breakin′ down a lotta classic aliochie
Outta California, niggas learn to kush and college, you dig
Dr. Dre the one that got me hooked on Chronic, you bitch

Roll your Jay and light it (light it up, now)
Kiss your world goodbye (get 'em higher)
Golden touch like Midas
Every time I'm high (smoke, smoke)
Roll your Jay and light it (light it up, now)
Lift it to the sky (get ′em higher)
Smokin′ out the climate
Come on, let's get high, now (smoke, smoke)

Yeah, we getting lifted, too gifted
Getting mentally missive
They said no smoking, fuck this shit
But we insisted: persistent
Black-listed as misfits by snitches who get their shit twisted
Kiss this spliff, they′re delicious
One in each hand, double-fisted
On a mission to glisten
I shine whenever I'm cheefing
Cannabis makes you lazy

Some shit we never believe in
I′m smoking every evening, yet I'm forever achieving
I′m twice as clever when breathing
The smoke I guess is the reason so
Pass me the bong, pass me the blunt
Pass me the bubbler
Pass me the jay, pass me the pipe
Pass it for puffing herb

We're past the debate, it passed in my state
So passed to the governor
I might get married to Mary, I'm just so in love with her
You got a problem, you can save that shit
Punching bag full of chronic so let′s take fat hits
No pun intended but please pass the baking mitts
Let′s make this fresh batch of brownies to the face, get lit
Now roll it up

Roll your Jay and light it (light it up, now)
Kiss your world goodbye (get 'em higher)
Golden touch like Midas
Every time I′m high (smoke, smoke)
Roll your Jay and light it (light it up, now)
Lift it to the sky (get 'em higher)
Smokin′ out the climate
Come on, let's get high, now (smoke, smoke)