kush coma

close my eyes

feel like i'm going down

in an elevator at 90 miles an hour

and all i see is stars and they coming at me sort of like a meteor shower

my forehead's sweaty

my eyelids heavy

feeling like i ain't goin' make it

'cause inside my head's like a firework show in the 4th july in las vegas

said

i'm trippin'

i'm slippin'

feeling like i just can't move

i done took me a couple more pills

next thing i know

i'm taking off my shoes

and i'm on walking on these clouds like marshmallows

nodding off

smellin' like rose petals

zoning out

two-three like the fiend in hell fire and angel wings

i'm conscious to that world

conning science 'bout that world

all these drugs up in me

it's a miracle i ain't mirror kurt

i'm numb like a mortician

going dumb with oakland bitches

they say you hella boosie

roll a backwood up with them cookies

i'm smoking

back to back

back to back

back to back

it's the blunt after blunt rotation

now i'm in a kush coma off the og aroma and my brain going on vacation

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get high

my niggas

smoke kush

get fly

my niggas

dope looks

so many numbers in my phone book

i could start a motherfucking phone book

know all the fly bitches gonna look

like i'm on something

tell 'em roll something

i'm that one nigga

bumping two pots

be like three hoes

that's a foursome

fuck niggas always want to hold something

young hot nigga done froze on 'em

went cold on 'em

beat the golds on 'em

and clothes on 'em

see the hoes on 'em?

only fear god

never sold on him

man

i swear to god

put my soul on him

life's a bitch

but she chose on him

should've died in hell

but i rose on 'em

in big shades

fuck the hypocrites

die

time let the tats

for the tick

tock

clocks on the wall

fuck your wristwatch

pause

let it stop

hope we get by

bye when i zoom

let it vroom

'bout a hundred goons with a fume

better let it fuse

a hundred miles an hour on the booth

better let it loose

a hundred by the sour

molly

flower

and they love the shrooms

that's real rap

i'm stating facts

contradictions

can't take it back

mommy's stripping

make it clap

in a kush coma

finna take a nap

i'm out

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half asleep with that cotton mouth

weed grow house on plantation

nuggets the size of rakim rings

got my head looking like a fatality screen

got my mind drippin'

gotta get away from all this bullshit in my way

knowing goddamn well when the high go away

same shit gon' be still in my way

i'm a slave to the sticky icky

so nigga roll something with me

been smoking blunts since high school

now look at all the bullshit i been through

wanna pass out

but we staying up

nigga gotta keep one eye open

'cause nigga ain't tryna miss the next turn

nigga roll up

then we starting smoking

i'm smoking on that ocho

got my mind on that cosmos

sippin' on that purple

got a nigga in slo-mo

dipping in that molly

feel like i'm doing 100 on a harley

tell your baby mama sorry

that was one night and please don't call me

i'm smoking

back to back

back to back

back to back

it's the blunt after blunt rotation

now i'm in a kush coma off the og aroma and my brain going on vacation

kush coma

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i am in a kush coma

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