Mac Miller, BILL WAVES - Feeling Is Gone lyrics
[Mac Miller, BILL WAVES - Feeling Is Gone lyrics]
TreeJay presents Sour Hour
I just hit this weed, but uh, now it's like
The feelin' is gone and I must
Get it back right away
(Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Ah damn, think I just put out my last blunt
Empty plastic bag
Lookin' like I need to grab some bomb
'Cause this feelin' is gone
I'm comin' down off this high
And the weekend is long it's full of grind
So I need to get some shit to ease my mind
Call me Corona 'cause I gotta keep
That lime gap pine like
Without it, I'ma fall and break
Chingy with the sticky
My connect is just a call away
I grab the zip while we
Gotta smoke it all today
I should be chillin'
Coppin' shoes at the mall with cake
But, I gotta keep workin'
Like an office space comin' after numbers
Now they callin' me Deuteronomy
My weed is fuel, so I need that sour diеsel
Just called my dude
And in half an hour hе will hit me
Billy keep the flavors of the sticky
That do you like some acid, have you tripping
Yeah, you know I smoke it
Ya mama probably smoke it
And I can guarantee Obama smoke it
Just hittin' L's with Michelle, shit
I think I'm sober now
Let me grab my cell and
See what smokes around
Ayo, Bill yo, what's good, Mac?
Yeah, I need some weed, man, I'm out
Uh, alright, alright right now
Aight, man, damn
Yeah, right now, I'm comin' over
What you need it that bad for?
Man, you know how it is when it's just like
The feelin' is gone and I must
Get it back right away
(Okay, okay, yeah, look)
I got that good weed sendin'
Hit this chronic smoke
Pounds to so they send me, our closet fulls
Yeah, I'm honest
Is four-forty-eight on the dot
You know I counted eighteen thou'
For five of them
Been around Swishers blowin' clouds of piff
Ounce of sour down, goin' in
You know what time it is
Thinkin' over lines, smokin'
Never too high to spit
Never doin' time 'cause we seem
Friendly in an environment
Ready to retire my early twenties
So I'm tryna spit
And get my workin' heavy so there's
Plenty more time to live
I can't lie, I'm livin' better
So I'll die with what I did
That's why I'm smokin' all the
Time with Mac Miller
So when he hit's me, get my bitch up off me
Smokin' out the Civi' all night
Never miss the party
Yeah, get her started on those
Spliffs cigars for later
For that late-night Swisher with
Ya bitchy on me and wake up to the next hit
Early mornin' smokin'
Strap my Jordans, goin' to breakfast
Blowin' smoke out like Vince, yeah
I just hit this weed, but uh, now it's like
The feelin' is gone and I must
Get it back right away
(Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Ah damn, think I just put out my last blunt
Empty plastic bag
Lookin' like I need to grab some bomb
'Cause this feelin' is gone
I'm comin' down off this high
And the weekend is long it's full of grind
So I need to get some shit to ease my mind
Call me Corona 'cause I gotta keep
That lime gap pine like
Without it, I'ma fall and break
Chingy with the sticky
My connect is just a call away
I grab the zip while we
Gotta smoke it all today
I should be chillin'
Coppin' shoes at the mall with cake
But, I gotta keep workin'
Like an office space comin' after numbers
Now they callin' me Deuteronomy
My weed is fuel, so I need that sour diеsel
Just called my dude
And in half an hour hе will hit me
Billy keep the flavors of the sticky
That do you like some acid, have you tripping
Yeah, you know I smoke it
Ya mama probably smoke it
And I can guarantee Obama smoke it
Just hittin' L's with Michelle, shit
I think I'm sober now
Let me grab my cell and
See what smokes around
Ayo, Bill yo, what's good, Mac?
Yeah, I need some weed, man, I'm out
Uh, alright, alright right now
Aight, man, damn
Yeah, right now, I'm comin' over
What you need it that bad for?
Man, you know how it is when it's just like
The feelin' is gone and I must
Get it back right away
(Okay, okay, yeah, look)
I got that good weed sendin'
Hit this chronic smoke
Pounds to so they send me, our closet fulls
Yeah, I'm honest
Is four-forty-eight on the dot
You know I counted eighteen thou'
For five of them
Been around Swishers blowin' clouds of piff
Ounce of sour down, goin' in
You know what time it is
Thinkin' over lines, smokin'
Never too high to spit
Never doin' time 'cause we seem
Friendly in an environment
Ready to retire my early twenties
So I'm tryna spit
And get my workin' heavy so there's
Plenty more time to live
I can't lie, I'm livin' better
So I'll die with what I did
That's why I'm smokin' all the
Time with Mac Miller
So when he hit's me, get my bitch up off me
Smokin' out the Civi' all night
Never miss the party
Yeah, get her started on those
Spliffs cigars for later
For that late-night Swisher with
Ya bitchy on me and wake up to the next hit
Early mornin' smokin'
Strap my Jordans, goin' to breakfast
Blowin' smoke out like Vince, yeah