Yea
By: aBo
Duration
3:27
Genres
Description
Chill smokin song
Lyrics
i aint trippin, really i been livin, deep in the moment im gettin closer to my vision, the vision of a good life grabbin my attention, never thought i could write to further my comprehension, but its workin miracles im workin out not on the benches, lookin at these people buncha tools straight wrenches, cali marijuana only thing that got me stenchin, up the whole buildin like im smokin in the vents bitch, i dont really care about nothin ima menace, not to the society thinkin more where your head is, closest i get to healthy eating is smokin lettuce, no grilled chicken for me ima have it breaded, tell em how i want it, they listen how i said it, then they lookin at me to determine how i get it, they say it aint a game but either way im jumpin in it, im workin to get higher ya the weed is my incentive, and how it all works out i swear is not how i intended, people always talkin shit i never get offended, cuz before the conversation started it already ended, cali type of flow so im always representin, smoke to the neck where i wear a dope pendant, shout out greentrees workin on blowin the best shit, always movin forward workin towards the next shit, you like it loud? well i got gas and ima let it rip. bitch, im tryna get high so pass the weed, they say to fly you need a jet expensive gasoline, and maybe a team to keep me from crashin ye, i need to stay up, rollin that kk up, got me blown, if you get the chance to buy it its some fire you should pay up, khalifa kush really got me in my zone, feelin better when im smokin outside in blunt weather, when its chilly but not windy so the blunt run better, early in the mornin smokin watchin the sunset or cruisin boxin ashin in a dr pepper. when you burn so much that ya chest hurt, or when you dab and feel dead for a second and your coughin out your lungs and then suddenly you return, you aint on the grade that we burn, A plus wax, but im spittin crack, livin near the bay ye im livin in the vac california where its at west side of the map got love for my people lovin when they show it back, even got love for the people actin whack i aint tryna make a scene homie you aint gotta act. we dont gotta camera on the premises relax, need to be yourself dont worry what they think of that, no one else could know how it feels in your tracks but the stress gettin heavier you probly shouldnt slack. days keep passin, jays need packin, lotta people rappin, some got me laughin, damn this beat slappin, find it kinda interesting how they brought it back in, right before the track end, keep it goin til you fnish up on lap ten take a break do it again until a hundred laps in stop, celebrate and reminisce on what you did, rememeber bein innocent bein a lil kid, and then you had to give it up to find a way to live, everyone reaches a day they change theyre view on shit, the world is difficult im wishin it was different, but all these obstacles are here we gotta live with it. yup
