Rolling, down the smoke highway
Cloudy, puffing up all the way
Rolling all day
Smoking, we're on our way
Dabbing, going straight to my brain
Rolling all day
Rolling, smoking out my head
Stoned and, two puffs is all I had
Rolling all day
I'm down, black water
No time to spare
So down, black water
And I'm going down
Been living on free time
With no way to complain
When you got everything you need
But nothing to show
Nothing
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