Luyện nghe bài hát Kush Coma

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

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

Get high, my niggas, kush
Get fly, my niggas, looks
So many in my phone book
I could start a phone book
all the fly bitches gonna look
Like I'm on something, tell 'em something
I'm that one nigga, two pots
Be like hoes, that's a foursome
Fuck niggas always want to hold
Young hot nigga done on 'em
cold on 'em, beat the golds on 'em
And clothes on 'em, see the hoes on
Only fear God, 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
Time let the tats, for the tick,
Clocks on the wall, your wristwatch
Pause, let it stop, we get by
Bye I zoom, let it vroom
a hundred goons 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 they the shrooms
That's rap, I'm stating facts
Contradictions, take it back
Mommy's stripping, make it
In a kush coma, finna a nap
I'm out

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

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

I'm smoking, to back, back to back, back to back
the blunt 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 brain going on
Kush

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