Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray - Orbit lyrics

Yeah, one time for the summertime
Two times for the cool rhymes
That my brothers write
Do flying, fuck a loose line
Always prolly get a few tryin' imma do fine
Homie, look this revvin' new time
I'm a Braniac, down for the gang
Same with the weed, please, break it down
Get the flame came with the sweet
Gonna fly around like a plane
Now I'm lookin' for a bitch I can pound
Get some brain!

Get around with the gang
And smoking all my dojo
Tryna maintain my composure
All the hounds do the same
I break it up and roll it
Everybody wanna smoke up
But, I hate when nigga choke up
Forty foul to the game
When I'm smokin all my weed
I'm feeling really high, in actuality
I'm laying on the asphalt
Nigga with my face up in a bowl of cereal
I'd rather eat up all this food than
Get to fuckin' with the bath salts
Nigga, come on a mission with the Brain
- sick and you will see
Never here to entertain any lame, better flee
Watch a nigga bring a plane when
I blaze on a beat
Gotta shoot for the face when
You play for the fleets i'm abrasive
Put him in a place on the street
See I'm tryna run away but
I play with the cleats
If a nigga bring the K
I will spray through your teeth
Pushing a bullet through your noodle
Like it's glaze on a meat
I could've been the one that spun around
The body hit the U turn
Bustin a couple shots
I got my rocks up watchin you burn
Told em a million times hoping
One day that you'll learn
I'm minding my noodle black
In the blue that's
How I do firms and do turn
I'm posted with a diver and some lean
When you see the homie vibing
Never try to intervene
Bet a nigga and survival when
I fire at your spleen
With a cannon like a pirate I
Get higher, I get mean, it's a need!

And when I can afford it, I'm in orbit
I be off that mary jane
It's simple and plain get rid of this pain
Brought into that chronic
I refrain from anything powder
You disrespect us, start pushing up flowers
I won't be insane for about an hour
If you need something
Then hit fire now 'cause if I'm not high

Then I'm fuckin you up
I need a house with a gate
And a couple new trucks
Powers of a great, getting you fucked
When you run up
Imma hit you with the force of two trucks
Megatron motherfucker
Wishing that I don't have to wake up every
Morning to a vision of my death
Lost off on a reality spending hours
Looking up into this bitch
You never know what's coming next
When you in orbit

Smoking like there's no tomorrow
I spend my time up on
The couch filled with sorrow
Nigga watchin Norbit
Swisher sweet's burning with liquor
Just give me a second to feel it
My nigga, I'm way up in orbit