Kama Sutra

[Hook]

Smoke a swisher than we back to Kama Sutra

thinking bout the puta this week a little looser

if i could see the future would i still be lit with you bruh

only golds blowing o's like they the size of hula

Kama Sutra, Kama Sutra, Kama Sutra

i said, i said, i

Kama Sutra, Kama Sutra, Kama Sutra

 

[Verse 1]

Sutra, Kama, smoke a little stronger

grip hard upon the llama cause the choppas be on top of blocks

shooting daughters, shooting authors so caught up gotta grow up

pass the blunt pass the past ride slow, wassup

i'm a full grown boy, baby grown up

i don't pour cups only smoke blunts

purple captain even when my ship sunk

only when my clip done

money funny now that's the gist son

that's it one hundred dollar bills on the hoe

wrist goldie i'm on the honor roll

tight pack on our roll

she tight we packed hot on the stove

she heat up cause she never go Geronimo

never rat like Stilton

i read up on my notes, rot in holes like fillings

midget no stilts and you still can't reach my diction

no joke like fiction i get fixed in my mission

so high that my vision obstructed by blitzing

sparking the flame the thought train be off the track

out the box the lion's out the cage

no lies in case the third eye on my face stares it all away

cause than i'd never elevate

lately i can never wade cause the sound waves to crazy

modern day hippy smoke the J's see

bring it back to the eighties

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 2]

Comma, Coma, never home but i'm a loner lonely

road for the only stoner i know my aroma

kush strains and orange soda in the bong holy smoker,

take a break from it all,

floral scent oral meant fresh descent excel never descend,

Allah's plants healing, giving me that funny feeling

that if we didn't experiment, than what does life mean than?

no adapting or forced mutation whatever way to make it

ill make it amazing never braced it like the pope did,

look at what my hope did, he does what the ghost's did

haunts my future in his past tense, our antics,

praying to god for another day mister mantis,

Jehovah's i don't need your pamphlets,

i have my own religion and that's call the hydroponic practice,

i'm just a boy waiting for a better day in my stripped pyjamas