Luyện nghe bài hát Kush Coma

Close my eyes, feel like I'm going
In an elevator at 90 an hour
And all I see is and they coming at me sort of like a meteor shower
My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy, feeling like I ain't make it
Cause inside my head's like a show in the 4th July in Las Vegas
Said, I'm trippin', I'm slippin', feeling I just can't move
I done took me a couple pills
thing I know, I'm taking off my shoes
And I'm on walking on these clouds marshmallows
Nodding off, like rose petals
Zoning out, two-three the fiend in hell fire and angel wings
I'm conscious to that world, connin science 'bout world
All these drugs up in me, it's a miracle I mirror Kurt
I'm numb like a mortician, dumb with Oakland bitches
They say you boosie, roll a backwood up with them cookies

I'm smoking, back to back, to back, back to back
It's the blunt after rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, to back
It's the after blunt rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on
coma

Kush coma, I am in a coma
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush

Get high, my niggas, smoke
Get fly, my niggas, looks
So numbers in my phone book
I start a motherfucking phone book
Know all the fly gonna look
Like I'm on something, tell 'em something
I'm that one nigga, bumping two
Be three hoes, that's a foursome
Fuck niggas always want to something
Young hot nigga done on 'em
cold on 'em, beat the golds on 'em
And clothes on 'em, see the hoes on
Only God, never sold on Him
Man, I swear to God, put my on Him
a bitch, but she chose on him
Should've died in Hell, but I on 'em
In big shades, the hypocrites, die
let the tats, for the tick, tock
Clocks on the wall, your wristwatch
Pause, let it stop, we get by
Bye I zoom, let it vroom
'Bout a hundred with a fume, better let it [?]
A hundred miles an on the booth, better let it loose
A hundred by the sour, molly, flower, and love the shrooms
That's real rap, I'm stating
Contradictions, can't it back
Mommy's stripping, make it
In a kush coma, finna a nap
I'm out

Kush coma, I am in a kush
Kush coma, I am in a coma
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush

asleep with that cotton mouth
Weed grow house on
the size of Rakim rings
Got my head looking a fatality screen
Got my drippin'
Gotta get away from all this in my way
Knowing well when the high go away
shit gon' be still in my way
I'm a slave to the sticky
So nigga somethin wit me
Been smoking since high school
Now look at all the I been through
Wanna out, but we stayin up
gotta keep one eye open
Cause ain't tryna miss the next turn
Nigga roll up, we starting smoking
I'm smoking on that ocho, got my on that cosmos
on that purple, got a nigga in slo-mo
Dipping in that molly, feel I'm doing 100 on a Harley
Tell your baby mama sorry, that was one night and please don't me

I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to
It's the after blunt rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG and my brain going on vacation
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to
It's the blunt after rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my going on vacation
Kush

coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush