Like A Taylor (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Hm, hm-yeah

Oh, oh

Oh, hm, yeah, hm

Ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away

I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today

Can't kush a nigga leaf or paper, baby, I enjoy the flavor

Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor

Goin' up, goin' way, way up, baby, I ain't never comin' down

Everything's better when you're high, man, this weed's so loud, I enjoy the sound

And the cut got a paper plane stuffed, baby, come enjoy the flavor

Still rollin' up, got my two fingers up, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor, hm

In the hills, we just park here to chill, just to smoke and enjoy the view, hm

In LA, gotta blaze every day, baby, I'm feelin' like I'm Snoop, oh, mm

Paper plane, baby, after paper plane, baby, I don't see nothin' wrong, mm

Hair down with her bandana tied, still burnin' like I'm Johnny Jones, mm, ayy

Smokin' on gelato, cruisin' from [?], came through like a savior (Hahahaha)

You know me, lemon cherry, [?], baby, I ain't got a flavor, mm (Hm, yeah)

Paper plane, baby, after paper plane, baby, I don't see nothin' wrong (What?), hm

If you smoke, put your plane up high and blaze up when you hear this, yo

Ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away (What?)

I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today (Hahahaha)

Can't kush a nigga leaf or paper, baby, I enjoy the flavor (Yeah, uh)

Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor (Hitmaka, what?)

So many cars that the garage can't fit 'em all

I'm goin' hard, been here, still gon' be here tomorrow

Can't piss 'em off, this shit I'm on is way too strong

I got it right here in the cut if you need the bomb

Two baddies with me rollin' up, one cleanin' bongs

All you can see is fog, I'm probably chiefin'

Cleanin' up, findin' weed to cross

Said she wanna see the boss (Ooh, oh, oh)

From flat screens, now I'm the one that they seated for

Puttin' in the cold, don't need a key to the door

A little piece ain't enough, I'ma need some more

Happy that I got my Taylor's to tell my story

Ferrari had a Porsche

A lot of back and forth, but now I'm back and movin' forward

Cameras on, that's what we actin' for

Taylor Gang or die, that's for sure

Ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away (Hahahaha)

I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today (Ooh, oh, oh)

Can't kush a nigga leaf or paper, baby, I enjoy the flavor

Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor (Ooh, oh, oh)