[Intro: Woodie Smalls]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Dum-dum, da-dum
Da-da-dum-dum, da-dum
Yeah, yeah
Da-da-dum-dum, da-dum
Yeah, yeah
Da-da-dum-dum, da-dum
Yeah
Let's go

[Verse 1: Woodie Smalls]
Smoking my hobby here
Flying like a pilot, Im a rocket in the air
I'm never sitting on a chair
I've been amazed
And you know what Im doing since the day
And if we got a struggle then we pray
Roll up a lil' haze
Woodie is the best, that's what they say
Rollin' like these slugs
Acting like these thugs [?] for the days
We took it, yeah we riding with the wave
Working nine-to-five, bitch you looking like a slave
Big brother always by my side
Now he's trippin' 'cause you notice that we ready for the ride
Rolling five, groupies, can we get a high five?
Hoppin' on these stages, man I make the city proud
Fucking all these women and my reefas smelling loud
Talk a lot of shit but still in person they be quiet
Walkin through these streets and all the people really sad
Promise that my family gon' be proud
Twisting up my finger man, Im headed for the south
This for my big brother, tough mafucker
Promise that we always gon' look out for each other
Roll up a little weed and show some love to each other


[Chorus: Woodie Smalls]
Said I've been out for days
Said I could fly away
Taking off like it's space
The stars, the moon, its crazy

[Post-Chorus: Woodie Smalls]
Keep your lighters up (Keep 'em up, keep 'em up)
Keep your lighters up (Keep 'em up, keep 'em up)
Keep your lighters up (Keep 'em up, keep 'em up)
Keep your lighters up (Keep 'em up, keep 'em up)

[Verse 2: K1D]
Yeah, ha
Smoke and smoke and smoking
Smoke and smoke and smoke
Ha, K1D! Uh
I know you feel it
So let me see your hands towards the ceiling
Resurface in a vibe, instant rhythm
We them niggas now, mom and poppa proud
Guess we poppin' now
Yeah, guess we made a way for this little town
Nine one, not really the city of dreams
It's like the underdogs really runnin' the scene
Collecting the green, city to city, the homies with me
Outta town, doing these shows, might sign a titty
Shit, little brother, it's been like ten years on the hustle
Ten years of being up and coming
But not for nothing, it's safe to say we gettin' out the struggle
If they don't love it, they hatin', don't let 'em burst ya bubble
Little brother, remember we was walking down the block
And you told me, "Fuck this music, I'ma stop"
You must be fooling, just follow me, show you how to manoeuvre
And this money, that's the only way to do it


[Chorus: Woodie Smalls]
Said I've been out for days
Said I could fly away
Taking off like it's space, yeah
The stars, the moon

Said I've been out for days
Said I could fly away
Taking off like it's space, yeah
The stars, the moon, it's crazy

[Post-Chorus: Woodie Smalls]
Keep your lighters up (Keep 'em up, keep 'em up)
Keep your lighters up (Keep 'em up, keep 'em up)
Keep your lighters up (Keep 'em up, keep 'em up)
Keep your lighters up (Keep 'em up, keep 'em up)

[Outro: Excerpt from A War Story: Based on the Diaries of Dr Ben Wheeler]
"Do you have any protection?"
"Yeah. This one's, uh, 'red for extra pleasure'."
"So what are you waiting for?"
"What do you mean?
"Take off your clothes."
"Oh, uh... could we shut off the lights first?"