Curtains Closed
Feelin' like my motherfucking head bouta burst
I'm still smokin' that blunt even though my lungs hurt
Nugs stick like a curse
Burn it up bouta serve
An ounce of that purp
Brain bouncin' in curves
Last to go to sleep and the last to get up
I'd rather sleep in so the day can get snubbed
Rolled outta bed to go straight back to slumped
Lost count cant converge
All the pounds that get burned
Workin' for chump change
Grindin' like a dumb game
Shit I know most of y'all down the same way
Tryna scrape yourself up from the pavement
Braggin' 'bout nothing mane
Lackin' on everything
Light my last cig take a hit
And let the aroma of death fill up my lair
Backwards I fall
Roll Backwoods so tall
Can't fathom it all
Ignoring my phone when I'm gettin' a call
No sign of withdrawal
I keep smokin' it all
The green in the Raw
Confined to the deep with a tree in my jaw
Backwards I fall
Roll Backwoods so tall
Can't fathom it all
Ignoring my phone when I'm gettin' a call
No sign of withdrawal
I keep smokin' it all
The green in the Raw
Confined to the deep with a tree in my jaw
Backwards I fall
Roll Backwoods so tall
Can't fathom it all
Ignoring my phone when I'm gettin' a call
No sign of withdrawal
I keep smokin' it all
The green in the Raw
Confined to the deep with a tree in my jaw
Backwards I fall
Roll Backwoods so tall
Can't fathom it all
Ignoring my phone when I'm gettin' a call
No sign of withdrawal
I keep smokin' it all
The green in the Raw
Confined to the deep with a tree in my jaw
I'm still smokin' that blunt even though my lungs hurt
Nugs stick like a curse
Burn it up bouta serve
An ounce of that purp
Brain bouncin' in curves
Last to go to sleep and the last to get up
I'd rather sleep in so the day can get snubbed
Rolled outta bed to go straight back to slumped
Lost count cant converge
All the pounds that get burned
Workin' for chump change
Grindin' like a dumb game
Shit I know most of y'all down the same way
Tryna scrape yourself up from the pavement
Braggin' 'bout nothing mane
Lackin' on everything
Light my last cig take a hit
And let the aroma of death fill up my lair
Backwards I fall
Roll Backwoods so tall
Can't fathom it all
Ignoring my phone when I'm gettin' a call
No sign of withdrawal
I keep smokin' it all
The green in the Raw
Confined to the deep with a tree in my jaw
Backwards I fall
Roll Backwoods so tall
Can't fathom it all
Ignoring my phone when I'm gettin' a call
No sign of withdrawal
I keep smokin' it all
The green in the Raw
Confined to the deep with a tree in my jaw
Backwards I fall
Roll Backwoods so tall
Can't fathom it all
Ignoring my phone when I'm gettin' a call
No sign of withdrawal
I keep smokin' it all
The green in the Raw
Confined to the deep with a tree in my jaw
Backwards I fall
Roll Backwoods so tall
Can't fathom it all
Ignoring my phone when I'm gettin' a call
No sign of withdrawal
I keep smokin' it all
The green in the Raw
Confined to the deep with a tree in my jaw
Credits
Writer(s): Karim Ragdou
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