Drug Hippies.
• Written by AceSavXge
Drop the bass
I am first place in this motherfucking race
You are not at my pace,
Call this shit fun, call this shit a chase
Took your mother to third base
Came back and laced mace
Called that shit cocaine
While i flew to my happy place
At my very own pace
I was still in space
Came back and took it straight to the face
Some say its an addictive case
I ain't worried i sniff without a trace
If a nigga try to get in my way
Fuck around get shot today
Stay straight don't play
Fucks with all types of plants any day
Even on Martin Luther king day
Countin money countin stacks im gettin right
drugs empower me call shit kyryptonite
so much weed , need panoramic light
straight dope come to the dark side
i'm about to light up a spliff and get high
my motto all day all night
check it with a number two pencil
repeating this shit is mental
smoking that intercontinental
that weed thats essential
so loud its instrumental
oh my lord and when it comes to bars
i take off to mars
take a molly and reach the stars
straight devil cigars
got that foreign bitch with a foreign whip
making her drip while smoking a clip
your life story? a comic strip
i mean guilt ? no guilt trip
well, its over with its time tto dip
ok goodbye
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AceSavXge
Member since February 16 2015