EZ Decision Songtext / Lyric

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 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, 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



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Ez, ez, ez

Ez, ez, ez