danny brownKush Coma歌词-查字典简谱网

作者：: danny brown

风格：: 歌词

上传时间：: 2016-12-23

　　Kush Coma - Danny Brown&A$AP Rocky&Zelooperz

　　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

　　Get high, my niggas, smoke kush

　　Get fly, my niggas, dope looks

　　So many numbers in my 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

　　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

　　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