LIME GREEN FRIENDS (feat. Lil EZ, Griffith, Rob Buck & Kermode Zay)

Flying around the sky like aliens
I'm in my bag again
In a UFO going fast again
Colors blurred around me, I'm in hyperspace
Going speed of light
Speeding past this world into space
Now I'm spaced out
Day dreaming
Switch the flow up
Load the bowl up
Think I'm sobering up
Take a puff
Take a hit
Take a tab
Anything to get me back
Anything to get me back
Flying in the sky with the aliens
Hearing school alarms
I ain't waking up again
I'm grooving moving on the dance floor
Shawty on me dancing on me
Yeah she love this song
Yeah she love this song
Oh no, I dropped out
Think I passed out
In my class now
Everything is gray
And I'm pressed now
Want to pop another
And look to the sky and say
Flying through space with these aliens
They my lime green friends
Looking out our window
See a shooting star
Wish up on the star that we make it far
Then I'mma chill in space
With my aliens

Ay
I never knew what it was like to live in my own habitat
I'm still not yatted up
My lungs are up to bat
They screaming strike one, strike two
About to hit the bong
Gotta run the jewels in GTA V
Don't worry not talking about real life
And yeah I'm living my life through repetitions
Some are good and some feel bad
But all are worth for the reminiscing
Habits built like an ironclad
Infused into my memory
Like television, feeling static
I don't know if I'm living up to the ancestors that I never had
And I still can't find no minikits in real life, this shit be boring as fuck
All the fuckers controlling the planet be numbing our psyche and physical strength for a nut
And I can't tell if world is spinning in the right direction
All this beauty, planetary heaven mixed with blood and war
It's messing with my perspective
So I'm distracting my soul
Working on my hip hop collective
Keep tryna reach my dreams and goals
I'm feeling way too prospective
How expecting that I'll never fold
So I keep on making affective tunes in my room
Stay in shape so I never get old

Ayo I'm flying around the sky with my lil green friends
We chillin' up high picking at lil green stems and
You might just find me up in outer space
That booty out of this world
Yeah she not from the human race, uh
I'm counting stacks in exchange for some green trees
Eyes so low
But I swear that it's just allergies
I blow smoke
And fade off to the breeze
Now me and my boys all about as high as the calories
In a Baskin-Robbins large oreo milkshake
Or sugar in the fucking big ice cream cake
Or fuckers I don't know at our crib that just showed up
Or weed in this big ass backwood I just rolled up so
We clear for take off, blasting off to the skies
Cheetah Piss running through my veins and shades are red up in my eyes
Now I'm chilling here up in space
With my lil green friends
Never wanna come down
Think I'll stay here until the end