Carlos LyricsVerse 1:
Kick it old school
Slow-mo
Fuck the police
White kids in polos
I blow trees on Montrose
With Jacki and Carlos
Cruise through on two wheels
I need a phone charge though
Belmonts and true history
IPAs got the best of me
Trees blow
While we light this weed
Uh
Gotta roll, don’t be mad at me
I’m grown now and rain’s coming soon
I’m in a mood yeah I’m sad like a fallacy
Haters gotta work on their strategies
Basic bitches rocking blue jeans and sending bad memes, counting calories
Chorus 1:
You might also likeI’m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll
Till I got a joint
(Got a Joint)
I’m in a zone, in a zone, in a zone, in a zone, in a zone
Yeah, I’m hella high
(Hella high)
I’m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll
Till I got a joint
(Got a Joint)
I’m in a zone, in a zone, in a zone, in a zonе, in a zone
Yeah, I’m hella high
(Hеlla High)
[Guitar Solo]
Verse 2:
Let this haze get the best of me
I can’t see through these clouds
Lost my memories of my home town
Bus down Bayview avenue
I still love my ex but I love you too
Yeah we date, we’re friends
Do you want the truth?
I push both a Benz and Honda
Rolex and a Tissot
Black jeans and a t-shirt
Need to know if I’m on a need to know
Pause
Let’s smoke
Chorus 2:
I’m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll
Till I got a joint
(Got a Joint)
I’m in a zone, in a zone, in a zone, in a zone, in a zone
Yeah, I’m hella high
(Hella high)
I’m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll
Till I got a joint
(Got a Joint)
I’m in a zone, in a zone, in a zone, in a zone, in a zone
Yeah, I’m hella high
(Hella High)
[Guitar Solo 2]