Kush

Pull yo' weed out the jar Grab yo'self a lighter Couple blunts This here my smokin' song It ain't long but guaranteed to get the job done Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on Get high Word to my big bro Lil Wyte [Verse 1] Check it out This not a song about addiction at all, nah This one here is about the love of my life Pull it out the jar Roll that weed inside a two dutch cigar Bring 'em both together Conservative style, we don't know no better We just gazin' out the windows of life Still blazin' peep the pages of my twenty year 'vice We influenced 'dem Joint papers on my table And i ain't usin' them It's preference You don't gotta like my smoke Just speak to me with reverence So many different pines that i could reference My eyes be so low And zip my ties when i be pressin' the corner Swear i gotta keep quarters They my cheap orders Edibles on my table They help me sleep sorta Who knows Infinite supply, two Os Or two hundred fifty pounds Man i give my kudos to the plugs And the middle men They play they position That don't mean that yo' weed come on time That's the business And you know it if you been there I been there Chronic smoke inside the air Man it's in here There is something about the Indo That had opened my eyes When i was barely gettin' by So blow some fuckin' kush out'cha nose, bitch And roll up, and roll up, and roll up, and roll up (x2) [Verse 2] Ya, man this routine get to crushin' Lately i just been rollin these dutches My budget calls for it You try'na smoke this all And i'm all for it Man i'm liable to pull some weed out the storage It's like the chorus Blow some kush out'cha nose Been exposed to a wave that will align ya with the flow Man we just copped that Purple Haze Roll it up and get ghost Man if we ain't dimension hoppin' Then we had gotten close Word to overcomin' odds Rollin' potent rods Indulgencin' involved Man i'm a smokin' god And you ain't got the lungs to inhale this reefer And you ain't got the funds to pay for this feature But its cool We still coexist as humans Everythings a movement The teacher one with the student My pieces are nothin' similar to Judas Man they are more Christ-like I ain't tryin' to see another knife fight And you know it if you been there I been there Chronic smoke inside the air Man it's in here There is something about the Indo That had brought me peace When i ain't have it in the least So blow some fuckin' kush out'cha nose, bitch And roll up, and roll up, and roll up, and roll up (x2) [Verse 3] Aye, this weed is like the closest thing to the tree of life That i've seen in life, ya It make you wonder what's the meaning of life How come a higher power ain't intervenin' How come when i wake up i always feel like i'm dreamin' How come i'm just stoned and they always feel like i'm schemin' on 'em Shit, make you wonder what kinda demons haunt 'em Shit, they probably got some type of reason for 'em Or season for 'em, you know how that goes Cruisin' down the back roads Powders and pill capsules I never liked I just brought light to the tabernacle With the weed inside Split the blunt, put the weed inside They don't know what it mean to be high But fuck 'em cause you know it if you been there I been there Chronic smoke in the air, man it in here There was somethin' about the Indo that had changed my life When i was hatin' life Yo, so blow some kush out'cha nose And roll up, and roll up, and roll up, and roll up (x2)