Yeah, I’m twistin’ up the leaf like a surgeon with the blade, Roll it tight, roll it right — that precision never fades. Got the room smellin’ loud like a bomb just got made, Eyes low, mind floatin’ like I’m sittin’ on a wave. Big smoke circles lookin’ like they tryna leave the planet, Hit it once, hit it twice — now your soul can’t understand it. I’m chiefin’ like a legend, every pull is cinematic, If the blunt ain’t hittin’ proper, then I’m tossin’ it, dramatic. Grab another wrap — yeah, the flavors hit different, Got that White Widow twistin’, Gorilla Glue stickin’. Light it up, now the energy shiftin’, If life is a ride, then the smoke got me driftin’. HOOK Rollin’ blunts, rollin’ blunts, I ain’t never slowin’ up, Pack loud, spark it up — watch the whole room fillin’ up. High as hell, I’m in the zone, can’t nobody mess this up, If it ain’t about that smoke, then don’t even hit me up. ⸻ VERSE 2 Got a stash full of flavors like a bakery of strains, Pineapple Express hit me right between the veins. Lemon Haze got me lifted like I’m flyin’ through the rain, Northern Lights got me floatin’ where the stars ain’t got names. I’m laughin’ at the bullshit, every pull make it lighter, Smoke thick, mind quick, and the vibe gettin’ tighter. Roll it fat, roll it proper — ain’t no rookie or a typer, That blunt hittin’ harder than a fully auto striker. Eyes red, mind calm, but the flow stay violent, Quiet in my zone but the world stay wildin’. When I hit that exhale, every problem go silent, That smoke got me peaceful, but the pen stay pilin’. HOOK Rollin’ blunts, rollin’ blunts, I ain’t never slowin’ up, Pack loud, spark it up — watch the whole room fillin’ up. High as hell, I’m in the zone, can’t nobody mess this up, If it ain’t about that smoke, then don’t even hit me up. ⸻ VERSE 3 Back-to-back blunts — yeah, I’m runnin’ a rotation, Steady elevation like I’m dodgin’ gravitation. Hybrid, indica, sativa — that’s a full celebration, Roll it up like I’m signin’ my own legalization. Moon Rock crumble got the whole team floatin’, Hit the blunt once — feels like time slow-motion. Every hit magic like the potion I’m holdin’, Got me feelin’ like a king on a throne I ain’t foldin’. RSL, big smoke — yeah, that’s part of my essence, High thoughts hittin’ heavy like I’m speakin’ in lessons. Roll another while the last one still pressin’, Life hittin’ hard, but the weed stay blessin’. HOOK (FINAL) Rollin’ blunts, rollin’ blunts, I ain’t never slowin’ up, Pack loud, spark it up — watch the whole room fillin’ up. High as hell, I’m in the zone, can’t nobody mess this up, If it ain’t about that smoke, then don’t even hit me up.
