Mac Miller
Tryna Get Blazed
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
So crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze ([?] that beat a little more, just in my headphones)
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed (Yeah)
Ha, I'm tryna get blazed (They know how I like it)
I'm tryna get blazed

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Now can you please crack a Dutchie, you're rollin' with some haze
I'm high on [?] and I'm tryna get blazed
Then after that, take me down to Mickеy D's
7-Eleven, pleasе, I want that tree with seven leaves
I wanna marry marijuana ganja, death until [?]
Blunts is spark, a spliff is lit, and take off like a charter
Now I'm in conflict, and smokin' too much chronic
Sippin' gin and tonic 'til my body isn't conscience (Yeah)
L after L, we stay rollin' like Sonic
With hypnotic, this hip-hop shit's still got it
Grab a Dutch and I proceed to break some tree
The only thing we roll in Philly's is the steak and cheese (Yeah)
Gettin' high like we paid to be: THC
Mixin' up my ABC's with trees like they was gave to me
This weed emancipates myself from mental slavery (Haha)
Ah, it's who we're paid to be
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Beedie]
So crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze (Uh, yeah)
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed (Tryna get blazed, yeah)
Ha, I'm tryna get blazed (Ayo, ayo, man, roll that shit up)
I'm tryna get blazed (Yo)

[Verse 2: Beedie]
Ayo, Mac, you need to pass me the tree
You see the line downstairs? Man, they askin' for me
For bags of weed, these fiends better have the cash to pay
I'm savin' what you crave, you want a favor for a favor (There you go)
We smoke so much that only thirty blunts phase us
Call me Baskin-Robbins with my thirty-one flavors
I hustle hard so I don't worry 'bout my papers (Nah)
Underneath the sun where the dirty ones raised us
Get back to me if you was lookin' for a sag of weed
Then take me to the sky, I'm high and lookin' like a factory
We rappin' skeed, you would think I was Japanese
Keep a fresh pack of blunts to crack and wrap into trees
We Mac and Beedie's (Look), we're mackin' in the backseat
Playin' hooky, said he ain't been to class since last week (Last week)
And that's me, higher than the bird floatin' by
So when you see me, you should know I'm high (So watch)
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Beedie]
So crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Crack a Dutchie and ya fill it with some haze
Spark it up 'cause I'm tryna get blazed
Ha, I'm tryna get blazed, I'm tryna get blazed

[Outro: Beedie]
Yeah, man
You know we do it in Pittsburgh, man
Blunt after blunts
Fuck, The Ill Spoken
Beedie and Easy Mac, fuckers
412
Holla
Smoked out, yeah
We got far