Cherry

Funny how life work
Really light work
Just gotta go ahead and die first
Shit taxing so hard
Like damn
Can I get a fucking job first?
Let alone prosper
Fuck it though
That's how shit go
Its terrible
These checks not though
So I
Get it &
Get it &
Get it again
Spirits lifted like glass
Can't you see I'm cooking with seasoning
Lemon pepper the flow
Are what you eat
Sour like citrus
Get this
Y'all bitter like salt
Oh my god
Y'all fucking bland
Don't need a god
I got a plan
Oh my god
I'm to turnt damn
Can't turn down
Y'all turn up wit the kid
Or get out my face
Respectfully or not
Blunt not laced
Selling weed is my job
Professional
Dispensing medical
While smoking on it too
Can't get away might as well
Get to it
Ima do it
Ima do it

Filling my cup
Feeling my drugs
Anything but feeling myself
Filling my cup
Feeling my drugs
Anything but feeling myself
Feeling myself
Been a while
Since I been feeling myself
Too many blunts to the dome
Lord I might need me some help
Lord I might need me some Henny
So the bottle empty
As I'm rolling a pack
Don't roll to tight
Hit like a 12 gauge
Hole in ya chest send ya to space
Sweep with stars my cherry ablaze

Blunt smoke fill the place
Blunt smoke in ya face
Blunt smoke want some more
Blunt smoke roll out da doors
As I pull up
Open up
Then step out
If I'm out
Then bet I re up
Out in Reno
Bets like
Three four
Bet I need more
Than what I got
Sublime what I got
Like the 90's ima rock
Like a fein I need some rocks
Up on my watch
Watch how she feel my draws
Wishing for this dragons balls
Kill the pussy like its Krillin
Y'all some pussys like you women
I ain't nothing like you children
She like playing with my children
Might just fucking give in to it
I'm too damn zooted
Tripping but I'm lucid
Dehydrated needing fluids
Chasing henny with some aqua
She like me cause I'm awkward
Still out here balling &
They hate cause I call shit
How I saw it
Yea

Filling my cup
Feeling my drugs
Anything but feeling myself
Filling my cup
Feeling my drugs
Anything but feeling myself
Feeling myself
Been a while
Since I been feeling myself
Too many blunts to the dome
Lord I might need me some help
Lord I might need me some Henny
So the bottle empty
As I'm rolling a pack
Don't roll to tight
Hit like a 12 gauge
Hole in ya chest send ya to space
Sweep with stars my cherry ablaze

What is the Henny for you?
So the Henny for me is like
When you pour up that first cup right
And then
And then
That shit just tickles ya lips
Tickles ya lips a lil bit
That shit
Sensational
And then
And then
And then you run it back
Wit the coke cherry
Sensational



Credits
Writer(s): Maria Magdalena Sadowska, Mariusz Mocarski, Arkadiusz Jaroslaw Nawrocki, Bartek Szetela
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