Текст песни Good Weed - Rehab

Good Weed - Rehab
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Песня из альбома: Ego Kneevo
В жанре:Альтернатива
Дата выпуска:20.03.2025
Язык песни:Английский
Лейбл звукозаписи:Rehab
Возрастные ограничения: 18+

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Good Weed
Alone again wit' the pen in hand
Attempting to keep it catchy
Elevate from the past and not celebrate living nasty
To regulate the egos a full time J-O-B!
Try to keep it mello like Polamalu
On the side lines in a loss, never wallow
Go ballistic at the perfect time wit the proper purpose and the ammo to BLAMO
deliver with a WHAMO!
On the low, no trophies on the mantle
I'm just dope, not broke
Sitting at a bar hit the lotto, folks!
Cody Chestnutt's a one in a billion, one brilliant bloke!
Sparked a career
Weird how shit occurs
All the days in a blur
And they all add up to I'm still on tour
Good weed
This that top o' the line bullshit
Good weed
This that top o' the line bullshit
Good weed
The way that beat hitting; the way that cat spitting
Y'all must be smoking on dat double dribble crossover
They rip out they hair
When I spit with a flair, like Rick!
Space Mountain baby
Cross the back wit a chair
Commercial break
This has been brought to you by
Nobody cares!
Desensitization, attention spans are rare!
I remain, cane sugar raw!
You smoking on a strain called
Roundhouse to the ear
Make you see what I'm saying
Like I said, "Hey. Look here!"
Good weed
This that top o' the line bullshit
Good weed
From miles around, they smell the odor
Good weed
The way that beat hitting; the way that cat spitting
Y'all must be smoking on dat double dribble crossover
Man I don't care who you are or what you're doing
Sitting at the top or standing in the ruins
A Hallelujah attitude is how to do it!
You and I know distractions happen mistake I made a few
At times I'm not new at that matter fact of the language I'm fluent
And the anguish of human criticism, I'm not foreign to it
Money I shoulda made more
But what I'm'a gonna hate for the crib paid for?
Plus, I'm still a flame thrower
Never been a weed eater; I'm leaf blower!
Chuck's chief big reefer. He steaming, dream weaving, Crafting nasty patterns
We mad as a couple of hatters!
They still sweeping scattered pieces of the mold we shattered!
Good weed
This that top o' the line bullshit
Good weed
From miles around, they smell the odor
Good weed
The way that beat hitting; the way that cat spitting
Y'all must be smoking on dat double dribble crossover
Good weed
This that top o' the line bullshit
Good weed
From miles around, they smell the odor
Good weed
The way that beat hitting; the way that cat spitting
Y'all must be smoking on dat double dribble crossover

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