Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Claveria IV
Robert Claveria IV
Songwriter
ALLEN SYLVESTER
ALLEN SYLVESTER
Songwriter
Rommel Donald
Rommel Donald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ben hixon
ben hixon
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Roll it up
Roll it up, up for me
'Cause we at home
And it's time to smoke this weed
Drop your phone
Don't need the remote
Let's press pause on the show
Sweet green skin lady
Can I take you to the moon
Won't you sedate me
After that let's jump the broom
Come kiss my lips; let's take a trip
I'll get you lit like fire
If you let me hit, we can just drift
'Til we get tired
Go up on a Tuesday; make it feel just like a Friday
Round one, round two, round three, round four
"Live it up" is what I say
Hold up, baby, I got the munchies
I think I'll grab the ice cream
'Bout to have some nice dreams
Roll it up
Roll it up, up for me
'Cause we at home
And it's time to smoke this weed
Drop your phone
Don't need the remote
Let's press pause on the show
I don't know how to roll this weed
So I said, baby, can you please roll it for me
Then buckle up sit back 'cause we 'bout to take a trip to the stars
That's a holiday
Then you said baby I feel so high
I said me too whilst looking down from the sky
Above the clouds we're chilling all night
And with you I feel fine (Feel fine)
And whilst we're coming down you say
Roll it up
Roll it up, up for me
'Cause we at home
And it's time to smoke this weed
Drop your phone
Don't need the remote
Let's press pause on the show
Roll it up
Roll it up, up for me
'Cause we at home
And it's time to smoke this weed
Drop your phone
Don't need the remote
Let's press pause on the show
Hey, uh
Do you mind pressing A
We've been waiting for a while
Written by: ALLEN SYLVESTER, Allen Sylvester Ii, Robert Claveria IV, Rommel Donald
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