The Weekend

[Hook: Meta4] I'm blazing rolling down my block And my eyes so bloodshot Just me and my girl getting high Baked in the sun as time ride by We ain't tripping on nothing tonight Just glad we got each others side So it's gone be me and her And we gone take a flight for the weekend [Verse 1: Marty Grimes] Marty Yea, I just don't get it See its something about this girl The way she rolls up another joint it takes me to another world She gets me so exited and the tree it stays ignited Once we light it we go flying, I let her be my pilot Yea, I feel like Wiz, cause she's my weed roller And I'm hardly ever sober, call me, the romantic stoner Rolling in my loner, hot-boxing the two of us Hop out reeking, eyes bleeding, so they knew its us We be through them blunts, and we been through them jays On the beach rolling cheech with my stoner babe The smoking up is just a daily routine She laugh at me when I get high cause I be trying to sing like [Hook] [Bridge: Meta4] Weekend, weekend We gone take a flight for the weekend Weekend, weekend We gone be heavily weeded [Verse 2: Marty Grimes] It's funny how I met her, she looked my way and pointed Then handed me a joint that had her name and number on it Yea I thought it was dope, so she had my attention And a hipster stoner chick is my personal preference Now perfect nights is Netflix and bong rips and Post high we in them covers for long trips when She roll by, we smoke and we do it all over again No lie she roll it tight with them brown eyes She keep me planted I never take her for granted We get blasted and watch the sun set from another planet Forever on a red eye flight, and if they call me into work instead I might Just tell them that [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 3: Meta4] I still think about days we met back then Hope this high and what we have will never end We smoked so many jays, live life and no regrets Just me and my girl, run until there's nothing left [Verse 4: Marty Grimes] I wake up, she pack a bowl and we toke up The first time I had a jay I swear I woke up And man I hate smoking alone, toking alone Patiently waiting until she comes home The thought of being without her had me tripping so I Hop in the whip and go get her and every time we get high I'm never tripping of that crazy shit That, "Who I seen you with You know what time it is? Baby where you been" No time for that though, rolling joints on my back door All up under the covers she fall asleep on my lap though We make it easy making up She said I got the most expensive number she gave up My lady love [Hook + Bridge: Marty Grimes & Meta4]