Indigo (Tranquility) [Remix]

Chill vibes good times brodie bro
Puffin' on the dro
While the brodie on the floor from the fo'
Bleezy and a bowl that's fosho
Packed on the road on the way to a show

Facetime tell her face mine
It's face time that smart mind
Rockin' death row cause she love the flow
That storytelling that sick rhyme
Out my mind cause fuck time
Out my mind it's all mine
Call me fook the boi wun who
Kids himself just for the fun

Chill vibes good times brodie bro
Puffin' on the dro
While the brodie on the floor from the fo'
Bleezy and a bowl that's fosho
Packed on the road on the way to a show

I'm all done with the negative puns
Well just me the sensitive one
There's about three in the fookboishun
About ready to flee and run
But i got some info to share listen up
It's all chill vibes good times
Won't you
Sit ya lil booty right down
Next to
Me let's take a trip to Neptune
After eatin' mushrooms
Listen to the voices in your head
Pay attention to the color in ya head
Ask questions on questions and then
Just do it all over again
Riding wit the bros
Spittin' musty flows
Uno wit the hoes
Plus four on her dome
That's four different cones
Now you lookin' like chrome
I'm four different bros
One painted his toes
One likes to throw shows
One dances and flows
One's dead and he's gone
I'm really on
I've really grown
Ready to cut ties wit all that's been wrong
Ready its all mine i'm ready for mo
I'm ready to go
Peekin' in the rear view you draggin' ya toes
I'm draggin' the road
Success is a show
Reality hits and ya nothin' fools gold
I'm tryna pull those
Strings that you know
Control the uni-verse
I want a gold hearse for my coffin
After they hear the truth that i'm coughin'
Vacay in Laughlin
Out the window coughin' and the blunts often

Chill vibes good times brodie bro
Puffin' on the dro
While the brodie on the floor from the fo'
Bleezy and a bowl that's fosho
Packed on the road on the way to a show
Always home
Chill vibes good times brodie bro
Puffin' on the dro
While the brodie on the floor from the fo'
Bleezy and a bowl that's fosho
Packed on the road on the way to a show
Always home
Nobody knows exactly where the road goes
Least it's out the cove cause the brodies always home
Nobody knows exactly where the road goes
Least it's out the cove cause the brodies always home



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Writer(s): Adrian Romo
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