Drama

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Yeah Phone is unavailable, feel it like it's real evolved I can sense a m�nage � ma four, my repertoire Is really, really "my god", air freshener in your car We hot boxin' in yo' whip, that means I'm just really gone Highly medicated off this sticky ground greeny Cup full of Henny, box full of Wheaties Switch you out them church clothes, then you make a mess of me Freak you on a Sunday, God knows that you're blessin' me Back twisted, act different, I just have visions Me and Mac, bad bitches playin' badminton Little jack grippin', past livin' large At home with a big garage Zombies is killin' shit, send them my best regards Pussy, money, weed, that's all a nigga need, boy My philosophy, never be a decoy I'm feelin' good, homie, Helen Keller shit Heaven knows my name is smokin' for the hell of it [Chorus: Kaya & Meechy Darko] All the fresh cuts, and you're slick too Keep a girl feelin' stuck like [?] Be the first love, say what I want So when I'm sure you really got it, snatch you right up And if you like that, you're gonna love this This homegrown, real strong, it's that Kaya piff You can't smoke it, though, but you're gonna love it Get you high (Smoke it up, smoke it up) So high (Smoke it up, smoke it up) La-da-da-da, baby (Light it, light it, light it) Do-la-da-da, hey (Light it, light it, light it) Get you high (Smoke it up, smoke it up) So high (Smoke it up, smoke it up) La-da-da-da, ooh-da-da (Light it, light it, light it) Ooh-da-da-da, hey (Uh, yeah, uh) [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] She just kick her feet up, let her hair down and roll up I just see the smirk, grab the bottle, then I pour up, ha You know what? Nah, you don't know, huh? All these drugs in my system, barely losin' focus Smokin' on that loud shit, eyes Barry Manilow You say you feelin' love sick, well, baby, here's the antidote Pull her hair, grab her throat, do that shit with passion, though Fuck with the cameras on, in dramatic fashion, yo "Smoke me" what my blunt say, "Fuck me" what her cunt say Nigga, I don't want the daily news unless I'm front page Spit fire, I'm a molotov monster Versace shades, Coogie on, lookin' like Poppa It's a party, bust that pussy open like pi�ata Go deep, tug sheets, skeet, then it's bye-bye Lookin' like a angel Might I sin? Lick-lick-lick-lick you to your halo Tongue power, scattered showers, now you need a raincoat And it's fuck 'em all 'cause I could never die faithful Pussy stay tight, ass jello, though But she stay high, that's my hello ho Some nigga like 'em shy, but I prefer them bold Is it still a one night stand if she's on all fours? Let's go half on a baby, powder pink, computer blue It's war in these sheets, I'm bustin' and she bustin' too If I was in the right mind, I would die, come back and wife you twice Fuck the right mind, bitch, the world is mine, my life is trife Dreams of the americana, devil's pie, the final slice Dreamed of the americana, devil's pie, the final slice [Bridge: Zombie Juice] Don't fight it, light it Don't fight it, just light it, light it, light it Don't fight it, light it Don't fight it Don't fight it, light it, light it, light it Don't fight it, light it, light it Don't fight it, grab a lighter, and light it Don't fight it, nigga, don't fight it Light it, light it, light it [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] So gritty it's trilly Smoke weed, rep my city If you with it then hit it Little mama is giddy Give Obama the finger Slide the clip through my nina Man fuck y'all niggas, I don't want your feature Fettuccine, luchini, either way, get it easy No need to be greedy Burn weed by the tree, B, it's leafy And plain bitches give me heebie-jeebies That's why I roll these planes Keep us high up in the game Presidential suite, shake her ass in the frame Shoot a bitch, POV, you know my steelo J-U-I-C, you know my name, ho Pussy, money, weed, I get pussy when I need Count it up, bag it up, I get money when I sleep Dead walker, go harder than Ed Lover Nosebleed, we dream like three pairs of ho pairs I'm Christ nice, Lucifer wanna hold hands [Outro: Kaya] Get you high So high [?] Get you high So high
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Credits
- Writers
- Meechy Darko
- Zombie Juice
- Erick the Architect
- Kaya