Song Meaning

The lyrics of "Blown" present a celebratory, almost instructional, guide to getting high, framing the act as a positive and desirable experience. The opening lines immediately set a casual, communal tone with phrases like "Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it" and "Pass it all around." This establishes the song's primary focus: the ritual and shared enjoyment of smoking. The narrator, Lloyd, playfully reclaims the term "racist smoker" to describe his preference for rolling with "white-boys" (referring to rolling papers), humorously contrasting it with his "average choker" status due to the loud smoke. He advocates for legalization, linking it to a decrease in crime and hate, suggesting a broader societal benefit to the practice. The central tension, if one exists, is the contrast between the perceived risks and the desired escape. While acknowledging "the cancer's here," the lyrics quickly pivot to the pleasure, stating "It's not wrong to cheech that chong." The repeated refrain "let's get blown" and the chorus's "let's get high" act as a mantra, pushing past any potential negatives. The second verse deepens this by describing the sensory experience: "Slow motion when you inhale the smoke," feeling the "mood change," and reaching "clouds status." This emphasizes the transformative, mood-altering power of the substance, positioning it as a source of motivation and a desirable state of being. Lloyd's wordplay and imagery are key to the song's effect. He uses the act of smoking as a metaphor for intimacy and connection, describing how a partner breaks down and picks up material "like a grinder," leading to a "long stroke" that is "something you can feel, that's real." This conflates the physical act of smoking with a sensual experience, elevating it beyond mere consumption. Curren$y's verse further amplifies the theme of elevated status and escapism, boasting about wealth and luxury ("'65," "seven Rolexes") as direct results of this lifestyle, reinforcing the idea that being "blown" leads to a desirable, aspirational existence. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their directness and unapologetic embrace of the high. The repetitive, chant-like structure of the chorus and pre-chorus drills the central message home, making it feel like an invitation to join the party. By focusing on the immediate sensory pleasures and aspirational outcomes, the song creates an infectious, feel-good atmosphere that downplays any potential downsides. It's a pure celebration of the experience, designed to make the listener feel the same carefree euphoria the narrator describes.

Lloyd & Curren$y - R&B

Blown

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Duration: 4:24

[Intro: Lloyd] (Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it) (Pass it all around, girl let's get) Haha, yeah Aha, check it [Verse 1: Lloyd] I'm a racist smoker 'Cause I Only roll with white-boys Can''t rock with blunts, oh no And I'm a average choker Smoke loud, and it make noise Hear it everywhere I go So, extra, extra, read about it (Read about it) The government should legalize it (Legalize it) Watch the crime rate drop And all the hate stop [Pre-Chorus: Lloyd] The tests have shown The cancer's here, and the next, it's gone It's not wrong to cheech that chong So put it in a bong, and let's get blown (Let's get blown, let's get blown) Oh, oh, oh And let's get blown (Let's get blown, let's get blown) [Chorus: Lloyd & Female Vocal] I want you to Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it Pass it all around, girl let's get High I want you to Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it Time to slow it down, girl, let's get High Wanna get high, high [Verse 2: Lloyd] Slow motion when you inhale the smoke Feel mood change, now you're riding the wave So high, clouds status Ain't tryna fight it now, you gotta have it You gon' be my motivation So light this fire right now (right now, right now) The way you break it down, then pick it up It''s something like a grinder right now (right now, right now) You've got the smooth flow On the exhale I got the long stroke Something you can feel, that's real So let's go to the level, you know so well And stay for awhile You know I'm invested in how you feel And that's why I want you to [Chorus: Lloyd & Female Vocal] Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it Pass it all around, girl, let's get High, high, high Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it Time to slow it down, girl, let's get High High [Bridge: Lloyd, Curren$y] The tests have shown The cancer's here, and the next is gone It's not wrong to cheech that chong So put it in a bong, and let's get blown (Let's get blown, let's get blown) (Put it in a bong) And let's get blown (Let's get blown, let's get blown) Stop, yeah, Eastside [Verse 3: Curren$y] She said, she ain't never been that high But proceed to hit it two more times She blown off strong in my '65 My Chevy feel like a Disney World ride She gone, she gone like she's not even home Got do-not-disturb mode on her phone Spitta got the game, let me put her in the code Audio dope they download, I make more dough To take those trips, have your friends jealous They can't catch us, but they can smell us I'm papered up, like, what can they tell us I'm papered up, smoking personal, call it a selfie I'm papered up, and I'm not selfish (Yeah, yeah) Papered up, blunts are not healthy (Are not healthy) Papered up, Jet Life, live life wealthy Papered up, papered up, bank account stretching Papered up, papered up, seven Rolexes, yeah (Seven Rolexes)

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