Roamin'

Listen, call me on the telephone

Sorry love, I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roaming

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the morning, oh yeah

Everybody in this town wanna know me now

'Cause every honey in this town wanna hold me down

Roll me 'round 'cause I'm brown like a blunt

So put it in the sky and tell me what you want

Lighter up, light-lighter up

Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck

Lighter up, light-lighter up

Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck

Yo, I kick off my shoes

I keep the weed in my socks

I'm going '85 and I ain't gonna stop

Unless the beat drop

And I see those cops

Trying to pull me over 'cause I'm hot box, windows locked

Stay bumping that cock rock

In and out the carpool lane like a hot shot

Drop top, I got it at the chop stop

Mario the only one favor for that ganja

Listen, call me on the telephone

Sorry love, I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roaming

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the morning, oh yeah

I'm a breast man, face man, leg man, ass man

Gentleman? Yes, ma'am

Ask them they my clientele

And they eyes is red 'cause they high as hell

Brain like baboon, body like Giselle

Lady gazelle, run fast as hell

I'm the shit, ma, that's the smell

The next big thing, can't you tell?

The phone ring, can't pick it up

Like moving too fast, gotta live it up

Gotta live it up, can't trade a Trans Am for a pickup truck

Yo, I work hard all day in the garden

And I was starting to show for something

Limousine that they show for something

Drive me around with the music bumping

Listen, call me on the telephone

Sorry love, I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roaming

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the morning, oh yeah

One more time, man

Listen, call me on the telephone

Sorry love, I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roaming

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the morning, oh yeah

Fuck yeah, yeah I'm high

How you think a brother man supposed to survive?

Take five, matter fact take a drive

And think about life while you still got time

Smoke a little weed, drop a couple rhymes

Make a couple dollars to save a couple dimes

Draw a couple lines on some paper making sign

Hang in on my dressing room door, it's signed

Listen, call me on the telephone

Sorry love, I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roaming

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the morning, oh yeah

Everybody in this town wanna know me now

'Cause every honey in this town wanna hold me down

Roll me 'round 'cause I'm brown like a blunt

So put it in the sky and tell me what you want

Lighter up, light-lighter up

Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck

Lighter up, light-lighter up

Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck

Yo, I kick off my shoes