Palm Trees lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa interview]
Guy: How many times have you got jacked for, for weed now?
Wiz: A lot
Guy: A lot?
Wiz: Like, more, like, more than eighteen
Guy: Alright, so here’s the thing...how many get that many, and get a day named after them in Pittsburgh?
Wiz: (laughs) Well, you know, uh, weed is a peaceful drug

[Verse 1: May Rock]
Uh, it’s funny how people agree with society
“Weed is bad”, but saves lives, oh the irony
All I do is smoke that green, like botany
This ain’t a rap, this my autobiography
Lines from loose leaf, I ain’t tryna save the trees
On the road to riches, no fees, just breeze
I am moi, I am Rock, very nice, oh that’s right
Man this sh*t too strong, I be in the limelight
Smoke a LeGarrette Blount, like I ran off the plug
I am floating sky high, cuz I’m on some kind of drug and um
You know what they say, if the shoe fits
So throw shade like the hoes I went to school with
Up in the clouds touch the sky, that’s my physique
All my verses fire like Snapchat streaks
f*ck you thought this was, like a gram, I’m a G
Smoking out the bowl, different strand every week
I guess you’re better off dead, coffin
Smoke the weed, I’m coughin, Rozay bossin
Just do it big out in Texas, Austin
sh*t Brazy got big B’s, like Boston
Stick with the chronic like my name Dr. Dre
And the only girl I know that never cheats is Mary Jane
Smoke weed, palm trees, south east
I got no class, I’m enrolled at UT doe (ooouuu)
[Verse 2: Zackwoods]
Your Florida b*tch a thot
I porked her on the block under palm trees a lot
Come in real quick, with your f*cking b*tch
What she do to me? Well dude she sucked my f*cking di*k
If you bout to cry about it, then you’re a pus*y dude
Your girl don’t want you, just let her come to my crib
Butt naked, she ain’t stealing, shouts out to Weezy
That is some f*cking bars off Sorry for the Wait 2
But sorry for the f*cking weight, I got three pounds on me
So that’s why your car smells like f*cking bud buddy
Bud Buddy Cianci, that’s my f*cking dude
He be robbing the state cause he’s not a Jew
He’s Italian, so that’s why he’s cool for it
But when Jews rob people I get really p*ssed off
Don’t do that sh*t use your mouth to suck me
Don’t f*cking talk b*tch, you aren’t funny
I don’t wanna hear that sh*t, di*k up in your tummy
Real quick, what’s that black movie? Oh that sh*t’s Belly
Come back around got the best weed in town
Say your b*tch to suck it now, chop it down I flip a pound
Real quick, might hit a lick, on your f*cking crib
What did I take? Your f*cking baby crib
Your f*cking sister’s a b*tch, and she sucked my f*cking di*k
Then I robbed her f*cking room and I took all of her sh*t (Hoedling)
[Outro: Schoolboy Q and Mac Miller]
n*ggas pulled me over (yeah) asked me for my license and registration (right)
I give ‘em my license and registration (As you should)
And he got the nerve to tell me I smell like weed
n*gga you asked for my license and registration
Of course I smell like weed, n*gga I smoke weed!