Kush Coma

Album: Old (2013)
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  • Close my eyes, feel like I'm going down
    In an elevator at 90 miles an hour
    And all I see is stars and they coming at me sort of like a meteor shower
    My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy, feeling like I ain't goin' make it
    Cause inside my head's like a firework show in the 4th July in Las Vegas
    Said, I'm trippin', I'm slippin', feeling like I just can't move
    I done took me a couple more pills
    Next thing I know, I'm taking off my shoes
    And I'm on walking on these clouds like marshmallows
    Nodding off, smellin' like rose petals
    Zoning out, two-three like the fiend in hell fire and angel wings
    I'm conscious to that world, connin science 'bout that world
    All these drugs up in me, it's a miracle I ain't mirror Kurt
    I'm numb like a mortician, going dumb with Oakland bitches
    They say you hella boosie, roll a backwood up with them cookies

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
    Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
    Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
    Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
    Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
    Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
    Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
    Kush coma, I am in a kush coma Writer/s: DANIEL SEWELL, RAKIM MAYERS, SKYLAR TAIT, WALTER WILLIAMS
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WARP MUSIC LIMITED
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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