Morning Joint
Wake up Getting to my morning joint
I'm too high ain't no way I'll disappoint
Papers only,to be blunt feeling I'm fine
Feels like I'm up smoking against Father Time
I'm feeling groovy don't deny me my doobie
I'm hard headed until I smoke that og strong
Maybe I'll take some time and right my wrongs
Baby I don't fuck with grabba just the mf greens
Papers bowl all good for the soul with no beans
No bennies no xans but I still get as high as I can
This the anthem for niggas with red eyes
Truth speakers off the green with dead lies
We on the cusp of some shit y'all ain't never seen before
Amer on the beats bushido with the flows
I suppose I'm way too high to testify
Against the truth inside
Spilling pain covered as jokes
We on the ropes the Eddie's hitting harder than I hoped
We Eating oats the munchies hitting harder than we cope
Spinning records that take me on adventures of the mind
Adventures away from breaking news and regular fines
I hate when this life shit gets to reviling it's grays
So I Had to spice it ups with some
Cinnamon haze
No more pigs putting abrupt ends on my good days
Grass chipping away at my old moody ways
I'm too high ain't no way I'll disappoint
Papers only,to be blunt feeling I'm fine
Feels like I'm up smoking against Father Time
I'm feeling groovy don't deny me my doobie
I'm hard headed until I smoke that og strong
Maybe I'll take some time and right my wrongs
Baby I don't fuck with grabba just the mf greens
Papers bowl all good for the soul with no beans
No bennies no xans but I still get as high as I can
This the anthem for niggas with red eyes
Truth speakers off the green with dead lies
We on the cusp of some shit y'all ain't never seen before
Amer on the beats bushido with the flows
I suppose I'm way too high to testify
Against the truth inside
Spilling pain covered as jokes
We on the ropes the Eddie's hitting harder than I hoped
We Eating oats the munchies hitting harder than we cope
Spinning records that take me on adventures of the mind
Adventures away from breaking news and regular fines
I hate when this life shit gets to reviling it's grays
So I Had to spice it ups with some
Cinnamon haze
No more pigs putting abrupt ends on my good days
Grass chipping away at my old moody ways
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Writer(s): Bushido Brown
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