Smoke Sessions
These smoke sessions clear my mind, stay away, you might blow my high
I think we running out of time
I'm talkin' bout big woods, I might trey my five, bro still, we had thought he died
Chopping it up about life
I told the guys, "Aye look. This bitch got on my nerves." I cannot be alone and when I'm Sober it hurts
I ain't never smoke up in my life, but tonight I feel I might, cause without it I'm jus making It worse
"So spark that shit again." Bitch I'm throwing up, let a nigga play and blow out high and Bitch it's going up
I even forgot that I had cried, but I know enough
Probably even took away my feelings, I ain't showing love
Fuck you mean "come over" bitch these smoke sessions clear my mind, stay away, you Might blow my high
I think we running out of time
I'm talkin' bout big woods, I might trey my 5, bro still, we had thought he died
Chopping it up about life
And I know that this ain't me, I damn near hate me
But my emotions make em' think that they can play me
I can't return it but my heart cold, I burned off the bar code
We ended before we could even start though
Now brodie pass me the blunt, we had just stuffed it with runts I'm doin' this to ease the Mind but they just do it for fun
I don't put poison in my body, but depend on the green, my nigga hit me up like, "damn You done turned to a feen"
Now we get out on the road, it's just the guys and some poles
We on the way to this kickback that's filled with some hoes
A room of rappers and some niggas that ain't filled with no hope
They got a white girl doing coke, I need to take my ass home
I got some buzz off my name finna but myself a foreign car, bitches trynna take me in the Back and be a pornstar
I slowly sober up again, I gotta face another one before the night end
Baby cause these smoke sessions clear my mind, stay away, you might blow my high
I think we running out of time
I'm talkin' bout big woods, I might trey my five, bro still, we had thought he died
Chopping it up about life
And I know that this ain't me, I damn near hate me
But my emotions make em' think that they can play me
I think we running out of time
I'm talkin' bout big woods, I might trey my five, bro still, we had thought he died
Chopping it up about life
I told the guys, "Aye look. This bitch got on my nerves." I cannot be alone and when I'm Sober it hurts
I ain't never smoke up in my life, but tonight I feel I might, cause without it I'm jus making It worse
"So spark that shit again." Bitch I'm throwing up, let a nigga play and blow out high and Bitch it's going up
I even forgot that I had cried, but I know enough
Probably even took away my feelings, I ain't showing love
Fuck you mean "come over" bitch these smoke sessions clear my mind, stay away, you Might blow my high
I think we running out of time
I'm talkin' bout big woods, I might trey my 5, bro still, we had thought he died
Chopping it up about life
And I know that this ain't me, I damn near hate me
But my emotions make em' think that they can play me
I can't return it but my heart cold, I burned off the bar code
We ended before we could even start though
Now brodie pass me the blunt, we had just stuffed it with runts I'm doin' this to ease the Mind but they just do it for fun
I don't put poison in my body, but depend on the green, my nigga hit me up like, "damn You done turned to a feen"
Now we get out on the road, it's just the guys and some poles
We on the way to this kickback that's filled with some hoes
A room of rappers and some niggas that ain't filled with no hope
They got a white girl doing coke, I need to take my ass home
I got some buzz off my name finna but myself a foreign car, bitches trynna take me in the Back and be a pornstar
I slowly sober up again, I gotta face another one before the night end
Baby cause these smoke sessions clear my mind, stay away, you might blow my high
I think we running out of time
I'm talkin' bout big woods, I might trey my five, bro still, we had thought he died
Chopping it up about life
And I know that this ain't me, I damn near hate me
But my emotions make em' think that they can play me
Credits
Writer(s): Aydan Boler
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