Lyrics
Sit back and listen, reflect on what you've got,
It's about time to decide if you want it or not,
It's the 21st century camels are fucking shit up,
Son, get out of the house you hear me? Your time is Up.
I don't know what I'm doing smoking weed four days a week,
The only thing I know is my body hasn't reached it peak
Time to roll, get in the car let's go,
We're going to desert like we planned a week ago,
I've got the Coors in the trunk frosted as always,
I left the weed at home, it's probably in the hallway
Southern Cali's weather is always warm as a snatch,
The brownies are cooking, the doughboy's in this batch,
Lift your shirt up bitch I don't care if they're big,
I'll show you my pecker, but it's not like a nig's,
Time to roll, get in the car let's go,
We're going to desert like we planned a week ago,
I've got the Coors in the trunk frozen as always,
I left the weed at home, it's probably in the hallway
The desert is hot as fuck I can fry an egg on the sidewalk,
Singing Christmas carols in the summer, instead of jacking in my sock,
Hugs and kisses are plentiful even when you're alone,
Imagine a hot chick naked,
make sure it's one you want to bone,
Crystals, diamonds, necklaces made of gold,
My dick's never been used, it's already got mold
Time to roll, get in the car let's go,
We're going to desert like we planned a week ago,
I've got the Coors in the trunk frozen as always,
I left the weed at home, it's probably in the hallway
Tell me something I don't already know,
Call me dawg damn it, I'm not your bro
The desert's getting hotter every mile we drive,
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