6
Talking
Talking 'bout experiences, none can be like the first
First time, I'll ever take drugs
Felt like, I was in a new world
Red eyes; heavy lids
Weak body; numb feet
420; light it up
Pop a bottle; sip
Pop a pill; lick
Blue lane; slow mo
Feeling myself
Walking around like a zombie
Living dead; tiny terror said
OMG! I'm so high
Gimme greens; roll it up
Will I touch the sky; no
I'm I gonna die; no
Ain't high
Ain't high
Puff puff puff puff pass; your gonn like this one
No no no no no no; my soul telling me
Staring at the phone, don't know what I'm looking
Ain't gonna lie I feel like Jackson
Song sound so so nice
Food taste so so sweet
Eyes lurking but still observing, ain't gonna die
Pushing me to jump, I feel like to run
Spark spark spark spark spark
The thing you're never gonn find; when your fucking high
Heart rate so so slow; you're never get an attack
I feel so so weak; can't help but to sleep
I'm so fucking high
Red eyes; heavy lids
Weak body; numb feet
420; light it up
Pop a bottle; sip
Pop a pill; lick
Blue lane; slow mo
Feeling myself
Walking around like a zombie
Living dead; tiny terror said
Slim eyes
Talking 'bout experiences, none can be like the first
First time, I'll ever take drugs
Felt like, I was in a new world
Red eyes; heavy lids
Weak body; numb feet
420; light it up
Pop a bottle; sip
Pop a pill; lick
Blue lane; slow mo
Feeling myself
Walking around like a zombie
Living dead; tiny terror said
OMG! I'm so high
Gimme greens; roll it up
Will I touch the sky; no
I'm I gonna die; no
Ain't high
Ain't high
Puff puff puff puff pass; your gonn like this one
No no no no no no; my soul telling me
Staring at the phone, don't know what I'm looking
Ain't gonna lie I feel like Jackson
Song sound so so nice
Food taste so so sweet
Eyes lurking but still observing, ain't gonna die
Pushing me to jump, I feel like to run
Spark spark spark spark spark
The thing you're never gonn find; when your fucking high
Heart rate so so slow; you're never get an attack
I feel so so weak; can't help but to sleep
I'm so fucking high
Red eyes; heavy lids
Weak body; numb feet
420; light it up
Pop a bottle; sip
Pop a pill; lick
Blue lane; slow mo
Feeling myself
Walking around like a zombie
Living dead; tiny terror said
Slim eyes
Credits
Writer(s): Butosh Oluwabunmi
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