Live Wire

Breaking down
A pound of tree
Clouds so thick man
We can't see
Smoke enters my lungs
And then I kick back
And just count some cheese

Rolling round the
Fucking block
Always watching
For the cops
Legal in Virginia now
But they still
Watching like some
Hawks

Cruising on a
Blunt ride
Man I'm getting
Super high
7 grams in the backwoods
Bumping Zirk on the
9-5

Heading up to D-C
Just to get that
Super fire
Sticky buds
That real runts
This shit is live
Just like a wire

Back to Richmond
With the crew
Puffing some
Gorilla glue
You plug says
He got the
Loud pack
What you take me for
A fool?

When it comes to smoking
I'm the highest
In the fucking room
Cannot hold
My liquor
But with weed
I'll out smoke
All of you

Sometimes people
Wanna trip
When you go to
Light a spliff
They say that shits
Bad for you
While drinking a beer
So what's the diff?

But no matter
What they say
I'm gonna smoke it
Every day
This bud it keeps me
Fucking sane
It calms the nerves
Up in my brain

But if you cross
Into my lane

Things will get
So very strange

No more mr nice guy
Please don't make me
Blast some bustas mane

But no matter
What they say
I'm gonna smoke it
Every day
This bud it keeps me
Fucking sane
It calms the nerves
Up in my brain

But if you cross
Into my lane

Things will get
So very strange

No more mr nice guy
Please don't make me
Blast some bustas mane

No more mr nice guy
Please don't make me
Blast some bustas mane

No more mr nice guy
Please don't make me
Blast some bustas mane

Rolling round the
Fucking block
Always watching
For the cops
Legal in Virginia now
But they still
Watching like some
Hawks

Rolling round the
Fucking block
Always watching
For the cops
Legal in Virginia now
But they still
Watching like some
Hawks

Rolling round the
Fucking block
Always watching
For the cops
Legal in Virginia now
But they still
Watching like some
Hawks



Credits
Writer(s): Gilbert Pompa Jr.
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