JUNGLE JUICE
This ain't another love song babe
Dressed in Bathin' Ape
Take the long way home I skipped the interstate
We cruisin' late
Only blunts we face
I'm Blastin off to space
Your raps they just disgrace
Pick up the pace
Down on the 305
The sun is in my eyes
Nothin Bright Blue skies
So let's get high
He's just a wavy boy
Some say he's crazy boy
Tats look just like Hellboy
I'm mix in Mac, Dell boy
I'm Puffin gas smell boy
No you can't rap well boy
You sellin out sell boy (Like what the fuck)
This life is just a vibe
Make beats to pass the time
We blowin up
This ain't another love song babe
Dressed in Bathin' Ape
Take the long way home I skipped the interstate
We cruisin' late
Only blunts we face
I'm Blastin off to space
Your raps they just disgrace
Pick up the pace
Cruising in the streets feelin like I'm HazeySkies
I've got mad bitches on me, only fucking dimes
Crosley cookin up, rollin tray, torch the bong
Smoke the dank, smoke all day, smokin' strong
Vodka in the Koolaid, yeah we gettin tipsy here
I ain't on that goofy shit, always drinking beer
I'm a college boy, dartyboy, my vv's clear
Wifey brain me so good I couldn't even steer
This ain't another love song babe
Dressed in Bathin' Ape
Take the long way home I skipped the interstate
We cruisin' late
Only blunts we face
I'm Blastin off to space
Your raps they just disgrace
Pick up the pace
(Pick up the pace)
Dressed in Bathin' Ape
Take the long way home I skipped the interstate
We cruisin' late
Only blunts we face
I'm Blastin off to space
Your raps they just disgrace
Pick up the pace
Down on the 305
The sun is in my eyes
Nothin Bright Blue skies
So let's get high
He's just a wavy boy
Some say he's crazy boy
Tats look just like Hellboy
I'm mix in Mac, Dell boy
I'm Puffin gas smell boy
No you can't rap well boy
You sellin out sell boy (Like what the fuck)
This life is just a vibe
Make beats to pass the time
We blowin up
This ain't another love song babe
Dressed in Bathin' Ape
Take the long way home I skipped the interstate
We cruisin' late
Only blunts we face
I'm Blastin off to space
Your raps they just disgrace
Pick up the pace
Cruising in the streets feelin like I'm HazeySkies
I've got mad bitches on me, only fucking dimes
Crosley cookin up, rollin tray, torch the bong
Smoke the dank, smoke all day, smokin' strong
Vodka in the Koolaid, yeah we gettin tipsy here
I ain't on that goofy shit, always drinking beer
I'm a college boy, dartyboy, my vv's clear
Wifey brain me so good I couldn't even steer
This ain't another love song babe
Dressed in Bathin' Ape
Take the long way home I skipped the interstate
We cruisin' late
Only blunts we face
I'm Blastin off to space
Your raps they just disgrace
Pick up the pace
(Pick up the pace)
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Writer(s): Josh Dickerson
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