Lyrics:

Comin' to the party was an ez decision
Fillin' up my glass was an ez decision
Lookin' at the women was an ez decision
Smokin' this weed was an ez decision

Not a care in the world, yo, how that sound?
No place to be but where I am right now?
Feels like I lost ten pounds, so high I'm floating
Drunk as fuck, plus I'm still smoking

Still hit the level where I wanna relax
I feel it off the beat now I'm givin' it back
And as a matter of fact, I'm goin' all out
Till I pass the fuck out know what I'm talkin' about

Comin' to the party was an ez decision
Fillin' up my glass was an ez decision
Lookin' at the women was an ez decision
Smokin' this weed was an ez decision

Comin' to the party was an ez decision
Fillin' up my glass was an ez decision
Lookin' at the women was an ez decision
Smokin' this weed was an ez decision

I smoke so much weed, this beat right here be hot
Up in the party with mad bags of pot
Smoke a lot everyday, hell no it ain't an issue
I green thumb your girl, make sure she don't miss you

Pass the tissue, I'm sayin' pack up the bowl
'Cause every half hour, I'm on an herb type stroll
Joint by lips, pipe by my hips
I take mad big gulps, you taking little sips?

Now the owl, I grow a farm full of plants
And keep a half ounce of chronic, tucked up in my pants
Dance, with all types of women
Comin' to the party was an ez decision

Comin' to the party was an ez decision
Fillin' up my glass was an ez decision
Lookin' at the women was an ez decision
Smokin' this weed was an ez decision

Comin' to the party was an ez decision
Fillin' up my glass was an ez decision
Lookin' at the women was an ez decision
Smokin' this weed was an ez decision

We gonna flip that switch, pop that top
Get this on, burn that crop
We gonna flip that switch, pop that top
Get this on, burn that crop

We gonna flip that switch, pop that top
Get this on, burn that crop
We gonna flip that switch, pop that top
Get this on, burn that crop

Damn this party is fuckin' buggin'
Every last one of you is freaking and shoving
While I'm throwing brownies in and out of the oven
Excuse me do you want one?
Do you even have to think about it?
How about you blow me and I sing about it?

The verse I'll dedicate to you beautiful lips
Of course I'll kick some shit about your sexy hips
And I'll tell you that I love you and I never ever use you
And in the bridge, I'll slow it down so that I don't lose you

You look delicious with your sexy little body
I'm suspicious that this angel might be naughty
You could be the devil in disguise with wings
Because taking off your clothes was an ez thing

Comin' to the party was an ez decision
Fillin' up my glass was an ez decision
Lookin' at the women was an ez decision
Smokin' this weed was an ez decision

Comin' to the party was an ez decision
Fillin' up my glass was an ez decision
Lookin' at the women was an ez decision
Smokin' this weed was an ez decision

Ez, ez, ez
Ez, ez, ez
Ez, ez, ez
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