Chill Nye
Just let me smoke my marijuana
I think i need a new reminder yeah
I gotta get out of my mind and kick it back like a recliner sippin like a diner
You know what
I don't think i wanna chill today
I roll up
I got some shit i gotta do today
So what
I don't see it any other way smoke a fronto to the face
Reup in the basement space
Seasons seem to change so fast after your 18
Graduated with some folks i thought were real neat
Lookin back i noticed something kinda shady
Been surrounded by some fakes thank 2018
Im back with my A team thank god that they saved me
Bitch i went crazy cryin on the daily
Mental the pressure was felt on my temple the stress got me messed up a whole nother level
Like 10 fold on my grind just for all my kinfolk you been told bout the visions pick up the tempo
The blunt it gottin trippin on my lyrics
Ima lyricst verse consists of words
That gon make a propeller spin im hella lit with the way that i spit
Im pullin up with a spliff
We bumpin loud at yuh crib
An its a good time good vibe
We always get high pass time
I gotta roll mine and smoke five
And you know im Chill Nye with red eyes
Take it back to the good days
Care bout what they do say
Backwoods gotta roll a bone to smoke for who's sake
Feel the tension in the room i'm tryna get you loose aye
Sip ciroc straight out the bottle know you love the juice babe
Climbin the ladder what else i been on
I been trippin with friends got me shook til the morn
I'm fly, got me whippin throgh the sky
Took the tab that tossed my brain for other reasons not implied
Bitch you pickin the right guy
Im slicker than agua
The thermostat can't match me cause i'm hotter that lava
We some next gen mothafuckas this ain't the saga
No competitions fools end takin over the roster
The rasta
Make me faster
Pin you down just like some plaster
Big disaster
Honey berry for the master
Where the gas sir
Ancient og from the raptors
Dead like casper
Just let me smoke my marijuana
I think i need a new reminder yeah
I gotta get out of my mind and kick it back like a recliner sippin like a diner
You know what
I don't think i wanna chill today
I roll up
I got some shit i gotta do today
So what
I don't see it any other way smoke a fronto to the face
Reup in the basement space
I think i need a new reminder yeah
I gotta get out of my mind and kick it back like a recliner sippin like a diner
You know what
I don't think i wanna chill today
I roll up
I got some shit i gotta do today
So what
I don't see it any other way smoke a fronto to the face
Reup in the basement space
Seasons seem to change so fast after your 18
Graduated with some folks i thought were real neat
Lookin back i noticed something kinda shady
Been surrounded by some fakes thank 2018
Im back with my A team thank god that they saved me
Bitch i went crazy cryin on the daily
Mental the pressure was felt on my temple the stress got me messed up a whole nother level
Like 10 fold on my grind just for all my kinfolk you been told bout the visions pick up the tempo
The blunt it gottin trippin on my lyrics
Ima lyricst verse consists of words
That gon make a propeller spin im hella lit with the way that i spit
Im pullin up with a spliff
We bumpin loud at yuh crib
An its a good time good vibe
We always get high pass time
I gotta roll mine and smoke five
And you know im Chill Nye with red eyes
Take it back to the good days
Care bout what they do say
Backwoods gotta roll a bone to smoke for who's sake
Feel the tension in the room i'm tryna get you loose aye
Sip ciroc straight out the bottle know you love the juice babe
Climbin the ladder what else i been on
I been trippin with friends got me shook til the morn
I'm fly, got me whippin throgh the sky
Took the tab that tossed my brain for other reasons not implied
Bitch you pickin the right guy
Im slicker than agua
The thermostat can't match me cause i'm hotter that lava
We some next gen mothafuckas this ain't the saga
No competitions fools end takin over the roster
The rasta
Make me faster
Pin you down just like some plaster
Big disaster
Honey berry for the master
Where the gas sir
Ancient og from the raptors
Dead like casper
Just let me smoke my marijuana
I think i need a new reminder yeah
I gotta get out of my mind and kick it back like a recliner sippin like a diner
You know what
I don't think i wanna chill today
I roll up
I got some shit i gotta do today
So what
I don't see it any other way smoke a fronto to the face
Reup in the basement space
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Writer(s): Hunter Massery
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