Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buddy
Performer
Cyle Barzini
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simmie Sims III
Composer
Louis Kevin Celestin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KAYTRANADA
Producer
Leandro Hidalgo
Recording Engineer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, it's been a long day
"Buddy, can you ease my mind?" What she told me
Now I got her posted up in my domain
And I'm lightin' up the fire with the propane
In the background listenin' to Cocaine
Friends came through, then we hear the soul train
Sub bass kickin' down the doorframe
'93 baby, listenin' to Old Daze, Hub City raised me
Notice **** don't change, do this on the daily
Don't it sound crazy?
Flyin' outta town, can you hear me now, baby?
Be back in the wild, I been goin' wild lately
Then it's goin' down like, one o'clock in the morn'
Cell phone ring-ring, so I pick up
Homeboy talkin' 'bout a party we should hit up
First we gotta clean, we fit up, peep the getup
Marijuana and the liquor make you hiccup
East coast, smokin' the la-la-la
**** up north came here to vibe tonight
**** down south know they wanna get high tonight
B-U double D, makin' sure that I roll this blunt tight
[Verse 2]
Huh, now who got a light?
Ay, do you got a light?
Yo, who got a light?
Man, I'm tryna light this blunt
Ay, who got a light?
Yo, do you got a light?
Ay, who got a light?
Damn, I'm tryna light this blunt
[Verse 3]
OG weed smoke, never no street roll
We smoke the number one kush in a pre-roll
THC on me, I be too gone
You ain't tryna hit my blunt, it's too strong
It's too strong
[Verse 4]
Just another west coast **** on the come up
Smokin' on kush, finna roll another blunt up
You could still cut your head up and get wet up
YG says shut up, get your bread up
Back of the Lyft, baby packin' a spliff
She keep talkin' that shit, but I'm not tryna hear it
Headed out to the hills, got a bag full of thrills
Other hand full of bills, yeah, we do this for real
All the homegirls makin' sure the hoes act right
All the homeboys rollin' up kush in the back
Come with me, baby, if you want that pipe
But we finna hotbox, you might catch a contact tonight
Baby, you should let me get inside your life
I could take you to the crib and massage you right
Let me see your breasts, I won't chastise you
I could get you wet, baby, let me baptize you
I'm a west side Hub City rider
Rhymin', young **** smokin' on ganja
Grindin', gettin' to the money, no problem
Dollars, that's the only thing in my pockets
[Verse 5]
Huh, now who got a light?
Ay, do you got a light?
Yo, who got a light?
Man, I'm tryna light this blunt
Ay, who got a light?
Yo, do you got a light?
Ay, who got a light?
Damn, I'm tryna light this blunt
[Verse 6]
OG weed smoke, never no street roll
We smoke the number one kush in a pre-roll
THC on me, I be too gone
You ain't tryna hit my blunt, it's too strong
It's too strong
THC on me, I be too gone
You ain't tryna hit my blunt, it's too strong
[Verse 7]
The number one kush, the number one kush
The number one kush, the number one kush
The number one kush
The number one kush
Written by: Louis Kevin Celestin, Simmie Sims III
