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Top Shelf

 

Top Shelf

(アルバム: Pink Tree Paradise - 2018)


Ooo
Yeah we chopping up that smelly
Before we hit the roof we rip the illy
Okey dokey gassed up
Post up on a rooftop
Smokey smokey rasta
Sipping on a juice box
It's always sunny don't need a raincoat
Just roll the blunt with drizzled honey
Need some mango and let the pain go
It's Sunday afternoon and I got nothing on my mind
I just want another spliff and smoke it smoke it till I'm high

I just want roll with my windows down
We gon take a ride downtown and maybe we can smoke (smoke, smoke)
We got nowhere to go (go, go)
Just a couple kids in the hills up in Hollywood
Post up in the whip rollin a backwood
Maybe we can smoke (smoke, smoke)
We got nowhere to go (go, go)

I'm waking up to hotbox
Damn I can't see nothing
Cloudy with no sunny day
Turn up now we bumping
Drop the top and we dipping out
Cop the crop and we whipping now
Lock and load and we done exploded
Fold the bill, she dripping now
She said where you wanna go
I got all this weed to smoke
Baby I just wanna roll
Hold it, hold it, let it go
We been whipping down the coast
Sun be shining through the roof
Now we living on the road yeah

I just want roll with my windows down
We gon take a ride downtown and maybe we can smoke (smoke, smoke)
We got nowhere to go (go, go)
Just a couple kids in the hills up in Hollywood
Post up in the whip rollin a backwood
Maybe we can smoke (smoke, smoke)
We got nowhere to go (go, go)

Yo yo
Let me get a sip of that water
I'm feeling dehydrated
Oh the east side made it to the west side
Faded on the beach side jaded from the tree like
Sippin water even thought it seem out dated
Dispensaries and Hennessey vanishing the memories
Brain cells dropping like the Kennedy's
Choking on the remedies
Honey bee lemon G's surrounded by serenity
Peaceful in parentheses
'Cause inside I be going crazy
Nostalgia on my mind
Miss daffodils and daisies
I miss the summertime
Every time the summer dies
Missing on my summer sweet she be off with other guys
Missing living sunny side
Missing all the summer highs
Waiting for tomorrow 'cause they
Promised me the sun will rise, but fuck

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