I'm taking incoming rounds And it looks like the grounds Coming way too quick by the sounds all around But over the horizon I'm compilin' the style She makes me wild And yo, it's been a while Yeah, my one and only Livin' the story You beguiles the glory, smokey Heat up all night long Burn the red house down You put it on 'til it's gone
She gets me high in the middle of the mornin' She gets me high in the middle of the day And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night I will be blazed till my dying day
She gets me high in the middle of the mornin' She gets me high in the middle of the day And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night I will be blazed till my dying day
Yeah, I'm roasting on coals of suppression Not stressin' the mess I'm in Can't live your life regretting I'm betting you're like me I'm betting you can see The light from the fire on the eastern tree Machine guns all around you Machine guns pointed at me Building the son, intending, imposing Engrossing and posing with cinders of poison Get it hot here on the street for free
She gets me high in the middle of the mornin' She gets me high in the middle of the day And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night I will be blazed till my dying day
She gets me high in the middle of the mornin' She gets me high in the middle of the day And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night I will be blazed till my dying day
She gets me high in the middle of the mornin' She gets me high in the middle of the day And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night I will be blazed till my dying dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
