[Verse 1: Danny Brown] Close my eyes, feel like I'm going down In an elevator at 90 miles an hour And all I see is stars and they coming at me sort of like a meteor shower My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy, feeling like I ain't goin' make it Cause inside my head's like a firework show in the 4th July in Las Vegas Said, I'm trippin', I'm slippin', feeling like I just can't move I done took me a couple more pills Next thing I know, I'm taking off my shoes And I'm on walking on these clouds like marshmallows Nodding off, smellin' like rose petals Zoning out, two-three like the fiend in hell fire and angel wings I'm conscious to that world, connin science 'bout that world All these drugs up in me, it's a miracle I ain't mirror Kurt I'm numb like a mortician, going dumb with Oakland bitches They say you hella boosie, roll a backwood up with cookies
[Bridge x2] I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back It's the blunt after blunt rotation Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on vacation Kush coma
[Hook] Kush coma, I am in a kush coma Kush coma, I am in a kush coma Kush coma, I am in a kush coma Kush coma, I am in a kush coma Kush coma, I am in a kush coma Kush coma, I am in a kush coma Kush coma, I am in a kush coma Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Get high, my niggas, smoke kush Get fly, my niggas, dope looks So many numbers in my phone book I could start a motherfucking phone book No [?] don't look Like I'm on something, tell 'em roll something I'm that one nigga, I'm off the two pots That's like three [?], that's a foursome [?] always want to hold something Young hot nigga done froze on 'em [?] cold on 'em, beat the [?] on 'em And clothes on 'em, see the hoes on 'em? Only fear God, never sold on Him Man, I swear to God, put my soul on Him Life's a bitch, but she chose on him Should've died in Hell, but I rose on 'em If bigger shades [?] bigger hypocrites, [?] Time [?] let the tats, for the tick, tock Clocks on the ball, fuck your wristwatch Pause, let it stop, hope we get by By when I zoom, let it vroom 'Bout a hundred [?] with the fumes, better let it [?] A hundred miles an hour on the [?], better let it loose A hundred by the sour, molly, flower, and they love the shrooms That's real rap, I'm stating facts Contradictions, can't take it back Mommy's stripping, make it clap In a kush coma, finna take a nap I'm out
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