Lyrics:
blunts
If not exotic fashion
Then platinum or master
Oh this my shit
That come get high shit
That fly right by shit
That ohh u mine shit
Ooh that's yo
alone, be alone
All alone working on myself
If life’s a bitch I’m gettin high
Day by day I’m gettin by
Fuck that I’m just tryna strive
Do What it
got high
Feels like I've just been taught to fly
Every time I'm staring
At my angel eye to eye
So blue the sky
So green the grass
So tell gravity
is, nigga. Here it is. What you
gonna do with it?
Bizzy:
Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then I won't fly by
that lesson, you
that night we met
So, come along and fly the sky that we've dream
I'm gonna hold you when you high
And laying by your side
Then kiss you under
And I let it fly
Going high
Onward with my team
Where we getting more green
It's something to do
With these dreams
When they cross my mind
From stuck in
Aquemini b*tch! Ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha! Whoop! Whoop
Uh! As the world keeps turning and
The blunt keeps burning
Fly away my escape
Still I live another
to believe it
Ask your mamma, it's true
I fly away
I fly away
I fly away
I fly away
The walls are peeling, my heart is beating in unison
If I am me
brain
I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it
with this one
Yea y-y-yea
Verse 1 (Increase)
A muthafucka might jus die tonite
A muthafucka might get high tonite
Ain't no use feeling down
Gone head
like gangrene
Broom make me fly so high
If i fall i will be a fall guy
My dogs name is toto
He is loved by moto moto
Green is the color of my sprite
to be seen
Here's your chance don't let it pass you by
Take my hand and we'll fly
Jupiter Island is surrounded by oceans
Majestic ballerinas with
banging screw
Comin' down so fly-y-y-y
Smokin' leaf so high-I-I-I
Slowly rollin' I'm banging screw,
Slowly rollin' I'm banging screw.
What it do it's
(Al Geno on the track)
One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end (like a tight end)
For my darkest times, I just go buy bright lens (buy
llegamos a la cima parece un elevador
Yo conozco maneras de ponerte high
La hierba de colores you can realy fly
Los ojos colorados, pussy red eyes
of a scrap metal junkyard pulling by a line,
Mr. Loon moved his other foot onward, shivers up his spine.
Chorus
When its high time you've found out
Which way
Hey good looking how you feeling
Flying high like you driving though the sky
Take the wheel in pass on by
No worries in the mind
Going far, going
and dread; we see paint by Pollock
(Come fly with us)
No pot physical mineral is addictive or toxic
(But their lie was)
Till I exposed it
This song ain't about
you fuckin' with
And watch all the snake bitches sucking dick
I'mma legend in this streets, high as fuck, Al Green
Sitting sideways, gone off that Isaac
hommies puffin' kush
We stay high, so I fly to Hollywood
My gold chain, cost more then your car
Your bitch go with Me
Cause She don't like when you drive
My
mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, Hennesey and Perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
By now,
going west
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work
Nobody
throat was dried
On that runts am getting high
Soul fly am feeling fly
I was built off of hate
But I can take no more
I done had too many fakes
Can't do
Harley Davidson, ich bin worldwide Chopper
Hazespliffer vom Kush fly
Tectrigger gepullt, high
Sechs Schüsse ins Brustbein
Stoned, aber treffsicher wie
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