Lyrics:
the leaves
Lipo
I'm in the cuts and the creases still out here duckin polices
Trichomes
See how they cover the weed up we smokin different weed
Ice cold
You
I would give up all my happy for her love yo
Shoot a man of heaven with a rifle
Cracked my heart in two I light that trichome
She's the one I want
All these trichomes it got me high boy
Leave his shirt red
Now he dead boy
Should've came correct
Cause you don't get second chances
I'm in the strip
me in my zone
Go to Soleaux's Dojo to get my mind right
Go, go, go, go, go, go to Soloeaux's Dojo to get my mind right
Exotic trichomes from
Sweat, wet sweet nectar
Tastes like tangerine trichomes
Late night skin to skin contact
Sensational
Sweat, wet sweet nectar
Taste like tangerine
I been
smoked all twelve on the flight home
But it's still
Fuck twelve fuck five-o
Good gas light green big trichomes
12 grams into cyclones
I smoked all twelve
the breath between
The Earth and Heart
Understand the cycle
Resurrect
Rise trichome
Stamen stand firm
Euphorbia, multiply your love
Euphorbia, rise above
filtrée tu connais
Si j'arrive dans l'game comme une frappe
Frappe atomique je décape
Décape les trichomes fait gaffe
Fait gaffe à l'audio qui déboîte
girl called kitty trichomes on my dope so pretty
I'm always gone be fire like police pistols
If you think you seein me you smokin meth crystals since
shit?
I got enemies or whatever you call it
Nicotine got me feeling like dog-shit
Trichomes with the frosting
Rolling kush can be exhausting
(Rolling
Yo these trichomes blow fast, whip so foggy, bro don't crash
Little too groggy, I don't know nothing, no ID, and aint no badge
My iPhone notepad
crew is so gifted
No one could reach our levels once the Fuel is twisted
Once the Cookies burnin', turns into a function
Trichomes, gleamin, beamin
Right out Austin
Yeah in Bastrop bitch
Zotic paccs
The trichomes
Glisten in my monocle
I'm sittin in that
That GT
Built from hand like a bionicle
Four
and watchin hentai
Loud tone
Fly zone
Trichomes
Blunt smoke
Silver wrist and neck, I be icy call me Frozone
puff cones to the ash
Sean combs in the past
See me pumping gass glisten
Trichomes in the grass
You'd think im scottish how im piping the bag
I couldn't
my magnifying glass; check out the trichomes on your calyxes
I sipped the elixer of life right from the chalice
Then i sized up the challenge, it was
money to make
Every track is a canvas
I got songs to paint
And I'm smoking sweets that you can't reach
trichomes look like snow
Hella loud no seeds
Im
got my
Got my weed, got my weed, got my weed, got my
The trichomes shine like a holy shrine
Glitters like gold it's almost time
The leaves praying up
know I Only puff on that Good shit
Flashlight on the trichomes you can bet that my bud looks sick
Kicking back with a hood bitch. Blazing blunts till
Ayo
I think I'm the American Psycho
Spittin' these tight, dope rhymes
While I'm smokin' these trichomes
Bars hit you hard like a cyclone
It gets you
phone
Zoom right in you see the crystals on the trichomes
I just popped a blot it's that double dip
Codeine in my cup you know I take by the double sip
I
hear in the bass drum it’s bangin' against the ear drums
Louder then Lemon Haze lemony peel taste when you smoke some
Amber hairs on the trichomes with
wisdom is Nubian
Creating new states of being
Sabian flying insights strike the cranium mythological mania
Trichomes vibrating at OM psy-force planes
You better call the Suicide Hotline
And find your mind blown
Five bones for five zones
I'm ya knight in shining trichomes
I write poems like
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