BLUNT//HAWK
Peel my third eye open
See the truth, vocalize it in the booth
Even though our view isn't true
The time we have is very few
No one here got shit to lose
Feel the signals coursing through my nerves
Every time I lay my eyes on your curves, girl
Your eyes shiny like pearls
I'm ripping curls in the gym
Just to survive a little longer
Making up for all of the headass shit, getting stronger
Post-workout kicking in my lungs yeah I can feel the bong burn
Life is like a lava lamp
Time to hide back under my fern bitch
Tubing down the Chip with a blunt in my hand
All of my senses merging together, erase all my plans
And I can feel the sun setting, that shit hot on my neck
Yeah I can feel my brain melting away but I ain't gone yet
Colors sounding crisp as they burrow into my tastebuds
Feel the grasp of divine love, I think I taste blood
Thoughts is flooding mixed with mud, I'm stuck in the ocean
Trying to swim my way out before I drown like Frankie Lotion
Let me be blunt for a minute
As I open the doors of perception
I try to be high to unravel my mind
Let emotion wind in an instant
I can hear that shit calling (hit it)
Creativity problem? (fix it)
But this is illegal (is it?)
I'm paying Nirvana a visit
My propeller's stuck I need a little inspiration
A fella smoking 'til his mouth is dry like dehydration
I got the city's reefer salesman working on commission
I need it black as pitch inside my head for proper vision
Back in a spiral, high on arrival
Don't got a dime but cop some bud
Dusty Adidas still on my feet 'cause
Copping the green took all my funds
Head in the ceiling, how am I feeling?
Feels like I'm reeling 'round the room
Eyes are revealing a world more appealing
But I'm stuck here dealing with where I am from
See the truth, vocalize it in the booth
Even though our view isn't true
The time we have is very few
No one here got shit to lose
Feel the signals coursing through my nerves
Every time I lay my eyes on your curves, girl
Your eyes shiny like pearls
I'm ripping curls in the gym
Just to survive a little longer
Making up for all of the headass shit, getting stronger
Post-workout kicking in my lungs yeah I can feel the bong burn
Life is like a lava lamp
Time to hide back under my fern bitch
Tubing down the Chip with a blunt in my hand
All of my senses merging together, erase all my plans
And I can feel the sun setting, that shit hot on my neck
Yeah I can feel my brain melting away but I ain't gone yet
Colors sounding crisp as they burrow into my tastebuds
Feel the grasp of divine love, I think I taste blood
Thoughts is flooding mixed with mud, I'm stuck in the ocean
Trying to swim my way out before I drown like Frankie Lotion
Let me be blunt for a minute
As I open the doors of perception
I try to be high to unravel my mind
Let emotion wind in an instant
I can hear that shit calling (hit it)
Creativity problem? (fix it)
But this is illegal (is it?)
I'm paying Nirvana a visit
My propeller's stuck I need a little inspiration
A fella smoking 'til his mouth is dry like dehydration
I got the city's reefer salesman working on commission
I need it black as pitch inside my head for proper vision
Back in a spiral, high on arrival
Don't got a dime but cop some bud
Dusty Adidas still on my feet 'cause
Copping the green took all my funds
Head in the ceiling, how am I feeling?
Feels like I'm reeling 'round the room
Eyes are revealing a world more appealing
But I'm stuck here dealing with where I am from
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Buckley
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