MY JOINT WENT OUT (feat. Mike Staxx)

My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter It's gonna be a good year It says it on my tires I'm a fly nicca You see my attire She wanna be with me But shorty's a lier She wanna Lucuois and Cookie She wanna build an empire I wasn't impressed I told her get undressed We bout to get our freak on I'm bout to get my chief on My joint went out You seen my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter Quarter pass three Got some papers on me Rolling up the sticky green It's a nice cool breeze The wind blew out my joint Now I can't find my lighter Need to find it quick So I can get more higher Cherry burnt my shirt Fuckin my attire This joint too small Gotta hit it wit the plyers Finna use these matches Man this weed straight fire Cause my joint went out And I can't find my lighter Smoking Mary Jane Flying paper planes Weed ease the pain So I'm smoking when it rain It do not f*ck up my brain Shit if anything Makes me start to think Keeps me from going insane My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter My joint went out Where's my lighter