Iim just gettin' blowed

Yeah, blowed, yeah... [Devin the Dude] Well here-say, the talking the chatter Gossip and the rumors, see to me it don't matter I barely go out, and if you ever see me It's probably at a grocery sto', but not on TV Cause when I get high, I get hungry so I cook Go get some weed and, open a book Of papers, if I don't have a cigar Hold up, wait I got some blunts in the car Mad dash right back, with the fresh box of swishas (oh I thought you said blunts), cigarillos what's the difference It's bout what you put up in it, nigga look at this spinach Roll it nigga hit it, two minutes you finished I'm still getting thoed Tripping on niggas, wearing these Rumpelstiltskin clothes But to each his own, who knows behind closed do's But never mind, I'll mind mine I'm just getting blowed [Chorus] Yeah, blowed Yeah, getting blowed [Devin the Dude] While you mumbling, I'm crumbling herb Niggas always tripping, bout some'ing they heard It's so easy to be the, one behind the topic And the subject you won't love it, but there is no way to stop it And ain't no need in plotting, cause that shit will leave ya nothing But alone and rotten, friends gone and forgotten But there's another option, you can just say fuck it Pull out your dick, and tell all them hoes to suck it Been through it influenced, men do some crazy shit Dabbled here on different drugs, fucked me up and made me quit My lady bitch slut hoe, whatever left me (which one) shit all of em, they never kept me Mary swept me off my feet, when I was younger But yet and still at big events, they wonder why I brung her Yes I hunger for someone, to understand the code You can knock three times you'll see, I'm just getting blowed [Chorus] [Devin the Dude] Yes sir, real early in the morning I be on that weed In the afternoon yes I zoom-zoom, until late in the evening And then at night I just take flight, up up and away So if you see me flying by high don't mind me, I'm just getting blowed [Chorus] Blowed, yeah Getting blowed