Lyrics:
the receiver
Receiving transmission, surface to air
Either way, I'm in awe of you
Either way, we'll survive
Conjuring devils, angels and demons
Only
pound
Whole ounce to the face to feel good
Big blunt after blunt how I roll
Thick smoke in my lungs but I feel it in my chest
Choppas and ganja
I need
Like a little malignant pig farm killer viscous crawling through hospital air ducts no one suspects a thing kid
This infant to cut your oxygen supply
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
'm out to get high & supply
What you need Mr. Postman
Comin' through with all the mail What you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
the whole city popping
Air Force One we mobbing
Met a bitch the other day
Say she go both ways (Me too)
Heard them niggas think I'm crazy
Told that nigga
vision)
Baby, can you feel it?
Can you feel it in the air tonight?
Can you feel it when I'm by your side
Can you feel it, baby? (I've got tunnel vision)
I
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
how it feels
Then we gonn fall in love tonight
Mary Jane love potion number 9
Blunt rolled up with a bunny by my side
Got money on my mind
I don't know
red forty five
Feeling so Cherry Pie
When you swoop me from the airport
You best have my supply
Now all my party people
I know you know what's up
So
'm out to get high & supply
What you need Mr. Postman
Comin' through with all the mail What you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
Smell that in the air?
Smells just like despair
Sayin' it's hard for you
I just call it fair
Don't let the jealousy ruin your blush
Don't let
the way
I swear, they think I'm fake
Yeah
Thought I was fake
Yeah, yeah
By the way
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
You would've thought I was fake as hell
they ain't gon' ride these bitches talk
But they ain't gon' work check your supplies
Girl you can flirt I can't fight my urges
It's the way you walk I
See rappin' is my only way
My mama told me just to save it for another day
But I gotta make it 'cause it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
Man, I
See rappin' is my only way
My mama told me just to save it for another day
But I gotta make it 'cause it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
Man, I
of my stuff
All my supplies
They cut the sound
They take everything that makes me
Who I, Who I am
Lonely, lost in the woods
So are my hopes, empty
To my niggas
How you feel?
Can we chill?
Or do we have to pop that steel?
Cause it's a hot day around our way
We got the pistols around our
on before
Right about now - all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this
Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air
I got all the gas, my client never sober (never sober)
We could take it all the way, did this shit the harder way (shit the harder way)
It feel
Your breasts you raise your arms
Above your head in that way you usually do
When you want me to please you
A kind of signal between us that
I intend
in the slum put your hands up (brap)
See, never used to come that easy,
Now it's just flying my way,
I don't know how I did it but I will carry on til
doors, now you oughta lock 'em up
Take great care of the air supply
Beware nightmares, they come to life
Where am I now? This is not my home
Oddly enough,
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