Domo Genesis, Remy Banks - More Clouds lyrics
[Domo Genesis, Remy Banks - More Clouds lyrics]
Pack the purp in for the bong rips
Still floating
Never landed from my last trip
Yes, I bought
Taking brain stimulation: inhale
And exhalation on a fuzzy herb tree
High THC levels got me lifted like a levee
Walking in a cloud defying laws of gravity
On the left side
Moms hit me with the 3rd eye
Psychadelic shit
Have you seeing colors in tie-dye
No Woodstock, no one was acid trippin
Straight head highs
What white widow be hitting
On some Goku shit
Cruising on a flying nimbus
My mind is sight-seeing
Wish I could see my vision
Under the influence
It's the shit I be creating
Scheming sour, do or die
It got a nigga faded
When it comes to quality
Of course I'm feeling glorious
Only smoke high grade, call us valedictorians
Gonna set the night on fire
Hooty hoo little mommy
Tryna roll this sticky up
With you little mama
Got a zippy in my Bape bag
You brought your own shit, you say "match"
I love that kind of shit, you get a day pass
I got a show so we could
Smoke and I'mma skate fast
100 miles per hour lifestyle: no brake pads
Can you say "swag"? Camouflage everything
I swear I had to live my
Former life in the 70s
This is audio smoke, you are inhaling it
So fucking cool, I'm just living my legacy
As night falls with my Ray Bans on
You too high headed homes
And you can't go on
Never teppin only stop to rest
My head on the wall we out in New York
But, it's still Cali I'm on
I'mma talk pot every fucking verse I get on
I'm a pothead, fuck you, this is my song
Still floating
Never landed from my last trip
Yes, I bought
Taking brain stimulation: inhale
And exhalation on a fuzzy herb tree
High THC levels got me lifted like a levee
Walking in a cloud defying laws of gravity
On the left side
Moms hit me with the 3rd eye
Psychadelic shit
Have you seeing colors in tie-dye
No Woodstock, no one was acid trippin
Straight head highs
What white widow be hitting
On some Goku shit
Cruising on a flying nimbus
My mind is sight-seeing
Wish I could see my vision
Under the influence
It's the shit I be creating
Scheming sour, do or die
It got a nigga faded
When it comes to quality
Of course I'm feeling glorious
Only smoke high grade, call us valedictorians
Gonna set the night on fire
Hooty hoo little mommy
Tryna roll this sticky up
With you little mama
Got a zippy in my Bape bag
You brought your own shit, you say "match"
I love that kind of shit, you get a day pass
I got a show so we could
Smoke and I'mma skate fast
100 miles per hour lifestyle: no brake pads
Can you say "swag"? Camouflage everything
I swear I had to live my
Former life in the 70s
This is audio smoke, you are inhaling it
So fucking cool, I'm just living my legacy
As night falls with my Ray Bans on
You too high headed homes
And you can't go on
Never teppin only stop to rest
My head on the wall we out in New York
But, it's still Cali I'm on
I'mma talk pot every fucking verse I get on
I'm a pothead, fuck you, this is my song