Brands.Shaw - Way Up Lyrics

Gahdamn
Yeah
Yeah, we smoking up
With the windows all the way up
Heads up in the cloud, yeah
Man this shit loud
And we way up, yeah
Smoking on that homegrown
Rest of the day
We be moving on a go-slow
We smoking up
With the windows all the way up
Heads up in the cloud, yeah
Man this shit loud, yeah
Pass the joint this side
Pass the joint that side
One too many hits
You gon' end up on your backside
Way up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, we smoking up with the homies in the Benzo
Shit from '76 and this weed is sickidy sick
Rolling up another cone, gave that shit a lickidy lick
Too high, skipped the offramp
Gave that shit a missidy miss, yeah
Shawty freaking out, gave those lips a kissidy kiss, yeah
This weed take me places I ain't never been before, yeah
My soul searching spaces, I t be knocking at some doors
No one's ever opened, a o high, might meet The Lord
And this music plugged a couple volts right up in my soul
Making hits like this, yeah, really make me whole
I could stay unemployed
Smoke in public, f*ck the law
Smoke in public, f*ck the law

Yeah, we smoking up
With the windows all the way up
Heads up in the cloud, yeah
Man this shit loud
And we way up, yeah
Smoking on that homegrown
Rest of the day
We be moving on a go-slow
We smoking up
With the windows all the way up
Heads up in the cloud, yeah
Man this shit loud, yeah
Pass the joint this side
Pass the joint that side
One too many hits
You gon' end up on your backside
Way up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, we smoking up
I just had to make a weed EP

I be trimming the bud, breaking it down
Lighting it up, puffing it loud
Tasted like cookies, perform to a crowd
Throw joints on stage, now I'm like "Wow"
Now this right where I dreamed to be, where my life seemed to be
Dude getting pissed, his girl be having dreams of me
Oh geez, can we just relax
Put away those cones, shit so strong
Stoned to the bone, JMPD all over the roads
Searching for green but our car be clean
Smoked it all, smell like trees
Police let us go with a smile on their face
They smoked up too, South Africa, dude
Man what a place
Skyline view put me in a state of absolute awe
Look at the sun, rolling up raw
Bad thing behind me, wearing no draws
Look at that booty, it need an applause
Murdered this beat with probable cause
Murdered this beat with probable cause
Give the booty and me, booty and me
A f*ckin' round of applause

Yeah, we smoking up
With the windows all the way up
Heads up in the cloud, yeah
Man this shit loud
And we way up, yeah
Smoking on that homegrown
Rest of the day
We be moving on a go-slow
We smoking up
With the windows all the way up
Heads up in the cloud, yeah
Man this shit loud, yeah
Pass the joint this side
Pass the joint that side
One too many hits
You gon' end up on your backside
Way up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, we smoking up