Lyrics:
grass on my longue
Fuck a bank account, I need extreme cash in my palm
Smoke blur in ya vision,
You don't know who ya dissin'
I don't learning no
a nigga lost
Will I wind up in a coffin
I don't know, I'm about to blow
I don't wanna take no mo'
But when I bust in a rush
You better hit the flow
Reality
real, but they buffing
Yeah, yeah, for to fight this pain, smoke a russian
I can smoke back to back, I can smoke by the dozen
So if you talking about
vain, I could tell
One night, a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Feleena,
you were dead on arrival
New ways with dangerous means
Smoke the pipe and live the dream
In the West the Empires fall
In the East the Nations crawl
by the dozens
I'll start a war from the push of a button, smoke on a opp like a Russian
Bang in this bitch if a nigga want tussle, they better get
but in vain I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked
forward, also were corneas
Quadruple in proportion he was lord by his formal introduction
To the forth coming force
That afternoon the appetite
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap
gon escape by Smothering my face into the eternal abyss
My girl walked by so i blew her a kiss
The leaves on the trees blew off in the wind
When i smoke
by"
Now there was a great wind
So strong that it was splitting mountains
And breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord
But the Lord was not in
Yeah
(Shit go stupid man, shit go stupid)
Yeah
What it is?
Riding through the ends in the whip
You can’t see who coming
I be hiding by the tints
kids
Away in the night
Hide by closed lids
Five goldfish
Swimmin' in the toilet
Flushed into another motherfuckin'
Dimension
Dementia of politicians
Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has surely come
I work for the union 'cause she's so
Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has surely come
I work for the union 'cause she's so
back and the windows rolled down
And the wind's blowin' in my hair
I'm feelin' so right, feelin' so good
Just like you know I should
With my voice by my
a quarter
I gave him three dollars by the way
He mentioned that no one would pay him no mind and he's grateful for my heart so kind
Wind is blowing
Clock
smoke in the wind,
Just played superman, they playin' it again,
From the "a" to the chi, to the west coast,
Superman flight flyin' to the east coast,
in the wind
Hate to brag, but I'm the shit (hah)
Got some head when I was 6
I threw 30 in Magic (Magic) do that make me a trick? (What?)
House
high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
muffled by the light white mask, and, uh
Summertime, I've been losin' hope
Fireflies in the wind, the smoke
Psilocybin while I'm sippin' champagne got me
Losing grip
Feel the tides
Weaving in
Should I sink or swim
Weighed by stones
In between
Pleasant minds
No fear of ghosts
But i'll die
Forget
tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I
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