Night Sky
Mama please judge the way I look
Can't promise I can quit because I'm hooked
Despite the side effects I'm feeling good
Little child running wild all through the woods
I hear rummaging off in them trees
The aroma won't let me be
Stomach rumbling hungry feeling weak
I need a moment to think
What the fuck wrong with me?
I forgot how to blink
I see the glitch distorting my vision
Yeah
Pass on the blizzy I caught that feeling
Yeah
Life's an enigma I question existence
Can't unsee the forbidden lost my religion
Feel my body rising up
Eyes is low blood shot as fuck
I'm just trying to vibe
High pitched voices yelling tighten up
It's all in my mind
Heart beating like a bitch I admit this is quite a rush
Diving in the rabbit hole
Have mercy on my soul
Rolling rolling
Blowing fire
Hold me oh me
Oh me oh my
Coming for me
No coming down
I be ya homie
The chronic kind
One more time
Rolling rolling
Blowing fire
Hold me oh me
Oh me oh my
Coming for me
No coming down
I be ya homie
The chronic kind
Rolling out in search of something sweet I wanna naw
Uh
Crack it open oh I'm tryna see if I can find her
Look at what her mama made a beast and I be honest
Leave a lil to the side for we on me
Push up the gas
Gripping her ass like off with the jean
Burn thru the sky with the flame on my back
High like this probably never combat
Let go the past we can never relapse
Off of my chest get a chance to relax
Often the flex give the hecklers checks
Often the dough make the best of em rest
It's all in the flesh
Finding the higher me close to where I could be tuning out into a zone
Blowing this hybrid leaf right to society know that morning breath is strong
Twisted in listen in back up on that hill again
We just gone fuck and go back to be friends again
Tryna put our feelings in divinity is eminent
Keep it all real and begin again
Rolling rolling
Blowing fire
Hold me oh me
Oh me oh my
Coming for me
No coming down
I be ya homie
The chronic kind
One more time
Rolling rolling
Blowing fire
Hold me oh me
Oh me oh my
Coming for me
No coming down
I be ya homie
The chronic kind
Can't promise I can quit because I'm hooked
Despite the side effects I'm feeling good
Little child running wild all through the woods
I hear rummaging off in them trees
The aroma won't let me be
Stomach rumbling hungry feeling weak
I need a moment to think
What the fuck wrong with me?
I forgot how to blink
I see the glitch distorting my vision
Yeah
Pass on the blizzy I caught that feeling
Yeah
Life's an enigma I question existence
Can't unsee the forbidden lost my religion
Feel my body rising up
Eyes is low blood shot as fuck
I'm just trying to vibe
High pitched voices yelling tighten up
It's all in my mind
Heart beating like a bitch I admit this is quite a rush
Diving in the rabbit hole
Have mercy on my soul
Rolling rolling
Blowing fire
Hold me oh me
Oh me oh my
Coming for me
No coming down
I be ya homie
The chronic kind
One more time
Rolling rolling
Blowing fire
Hold me oh me
Oh me oh my
Coming for me
No coming down
I be ya homie
The chronic kind
Rolling out in search of something sweet I wanna naw
Uh
Crack it open oh I'm tryna see if I can find her
Look at what her mama made a beast and I be honest
Leave a lil to the side for we on me
Push up the gas
Gripping her ass like off with the jean
Burn thru the sky with the flame on my back
High like this probably never combat
Let go the past we can never relapse
Off of my chest get a chance to relax
Often the flex give the hecklers checks
Often the dough make the best of em rest
It's all in the flesh
Finding the higher me close to where I could be tuning out into a zone
Blowing this hybrid leaf right to society know that morning breath is strong
Twisted in listen in back up on that hill again
We just gone fuck and go back to be friends again
Tryna put our feelings in divinity is eminent
Keep it all real and begin again
Rolling rolling
Blowing fire
Hold me oh me
Oh me oh my
Coming for me
No coming down
I be ya homie
The chronic kind
One more time
Rolling rolling
Blowing fire
Hold me oh me
Oh me oh my
Coming for me
No coming down
I be ya homie
The chronic kind
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Thomas
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