Kush Coma

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

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

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 with 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