Check out the new lyrics for my next song Sour Lemon Haze Night:
Im reppin eastside tryin to pass a mic, like a black thought Roots crew, black and yellow cigarello Heavy metal soul, so I throw this jab in the name of everything that is mellow My masterpieces never die, I press send, now your in love Call it my infinite prose We got some burnin to do 5 pack of purple pear, 10 pack of cali rose You haven’t heard them names before Cuz I ain’t even shown up yet We’re heavily sedated cuz they ain’t called 911 yet So pass the Fuki Take another piece of your little pookie Go ahead and pop up out the top, we’re lookin like we just hopped out the dirty movies
Dead and gone our songs live on Spin that record hit that bong Sweetheart sweetheart whatever is wrong Lets dodge parole and write a ganja song
Dead and gone our songs live on Spin that record hit that bong Sweetheart sweetheart whatever is wrong Lets dodge parole and write a ganja song
Missed out on another job cuz I blow trees and rock tattoos What are we about? I think we left a lot more than a faint clue So wheres the gig wheres the giggle Lets start with a jig, end the night with an ass jiggle Play your cards right, I’ll let you tickle the pickle Its Shiny George Washington night, leave a hater with a nickle 1 2 3 4 5 I stole another girl from the corporate bee hive They’ll call us nobodys, they’ll call us hood rats So we’ll never ever tell ‘em where we find the stuff That we use to assembly line our blunt wraps
Dead and gone our songs live on Spin that record hit that bong Sweetheart sweetheart whatever is wrong Lets dodge parole and write a ganja song
Dead and gone our songs live on Spin that record hit that bong Sweetheart sweetheart whatever is wrong Lets dodge parole and write a ganja song
I thought I told ya This is sour lemon haze night You’ll know if it ain’t the real deal Cuz somethin won’t smell right No this isn’t skunk and no this isn’t blue dream Its some super cirtus cannabis being slanged by the eastside boys, yeah the home team We got hippies and bikers, djs artists and pornstars Freaks who drink their own urine like they’re maxin out at Al Caporn bars So break another corporate rule Teach another golden rule And get the horses ready Cuz we found another Government Mule
Dead and gone our songs live on Spin that record hit that bong Sweetheart sweetheart whatever is wrong Lets dodge parole and write a ganja song
Dead and gone our songs live on Spin that record hit that bong Sweetheart sweetheart whatever is wrong Lets dodge parole and write a ganja song
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