Oblivion
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
Say what you want, do what you will, just lemme smoke
My bills are paid, I bought a chain, I know you won't
Roll up wherever smoking strong like I'm allowed
Still murdering these days, I'm in a daze, I'm touching clouds
The beat so good it make the joint stop burning
Weed so good it make the world stop turning
I'm blowin' paper as I earn it
Rollin' papers in my pocket, center console, all my my bitches purses
If the stash is low I'm nervous
Coolin' on the surface
But in my mind I'm tryna figure out if everything that's ever happened in my life's been predetermined
That's another conversation, roll one up
I ain't even gotta dice nada baby know wassup
Soy de Colorado got a problem, we gon' light one up
Joints are tightly tucked, I go Emilio you mighty duck
Yeah I'm up, so I could give the slightest fuck
Yup
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
Yeah I could give a mothafuck
He is who and who said what
Y'all been struggling with truth
I stay selfish in the cut
Vanish like a ghost I'm gone
Burn thru bread to toast one up
Opposition touch they toes
Me, I get up and touch the sun
Talking to that burning bush I'm 2020 Jesus
Hit the dollar tree with a 20 now we feastin'
They say I'm in the deep end well I don't see them
Cuz every time I spark my fuckin' lighter bitch I'm breathing
And I don't need a reason and never did but if you take my weed then I'm Liam Neeson
And I never had no problem with police cuz I'm legit
But when you see them Cris P plates you know I'm chiefin'
Fresh herb no seasoning
For 4 seasons
We ain't speeding
So alones where you should leave us
Find me in the sky with a bad mamacita rolling joint after joint all evening
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
Say what you want, do what you will, just lemme smoke
My bills are paid, I bought a chain, I know you won't
Roll up wherever smoking strong like I'm allowed
Still murdering these days, I'm in a daze, I'm touching clouds
The beat so good it make the joint stop burning
Weed so good it make the world stop turning
I'm blowin' paper as I earn it
Rollin' papers in my pocket, center console, all my my bitches purses
If the stash is low I'm nervous
Coolin' on the surface
But in my mind I'm tryna figure out if everything that's ever happened in my life's been predetermined
That's another conversation, roll one up
I ain't even gotta dice nada baby know wassup
Soy de Colorado got a problem, we gon' light one up
Joints are tightly tucked, I go Emilio you mighty duck
Yeah I'm up, so I could give the slightest fuck
Yup
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
Yeah I could give a mothafuck
He is who and who said what
Y'all been struggling with truth
I stay selfish in the cut
Vanish like a ghost I'm gone
Burn thru bread to toast one up
Opposition touch they toes
Me, I get up and touch the sun
Talking to that burning bush I'm 2020 Jesus
Hit the dollar tree with a 20 now we feastin'
They say I'm in the deep end well I don't see them
Cuz every time I spark my fuckin' lighter bitch I'm breathing
And I don't need a reason and never did but if you take my weed then I'm Liam Neeson
And I never had no problem with police cuz I'm legit
But when you see them Cris P plates you know I'm chiefin'
Fresh herb no seasoning
For 4 seasons
We ain't speeding
So alones where you should leave us
Find me in the sky with a bad mamacita rolling joint after joint all evening
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
I got dreams and I got dope
I don't need anything I need to cope
Smoke
Purple trees breathe as I coast
If I could be anything I would be stoned
Whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Cris Taylor
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