Trance (Chopped & Screwed)
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nicotine
The weed-weed taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
I'm sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid
I've seen like
M&Ms
And not afraid to take flight, take flight
Many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't fuck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
I got no time for the bullshit yes I'm saying Olé
Got no time for depression doctors visits each day
Everybody got a less-less-less, who's really okay?
Everybody got up walls the carpenter staying paid
I pop a pill then another and I start to obey
Pill-pill then another and I start to obey
Want the green, no flubber
RIP to Patch Adams
Shampoo with Papatui
Smell like Black Adam
Rambo with the shots
Curry from the distance
Cruise on a mission
Achieve new kinds of fission
Split it then I flip it
Like a brick I'm solid
Hit a lick off the Harley
Hit the spliff Bob Marley
Breathe
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nic-nic-nic
The weed is taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
Sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid
I've seen like ten of them
And they all say it's on sight
I got like many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't fuck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nicotine
The weed-weed taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
I'm sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid
I've seen like
M&Ms
And not afraid to take flight, take flight
Many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't fuck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
I got no time for the bullshit yes I'm saying Olé
Got no time for depression doctors visits each day
Everybody got a less-less-less, who's really okay?
Everybody got up walls the carpenter staying paid
I pop a pill then another and I start to obey
Pill-pill then another and I start to obey
Want the green, no flubber
RIP to Patch Adams
Shampoo with Papatui
Smell like Black Adam
Rambo with the shots
Curry from the distance
Cruise on a mission
Achieve new kinds of fission
Split it then I flip it
Like a brick I'm solid
Hit a lick off the Harley
Hit the spliff Bob Marley
Breathe
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nic-nic-nic
The weed is taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
Sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid
I've seen like ten of them
And they all say it's on sight
I got like many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't fuck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
Credits
Writer(s): Dante Spence
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.