Breeze
We could go into the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Run sick and nowhere to see
Just tell me if youre ready to roll
You wanna book a doctor
But you cant afford me
You got the paper call
Ill prescribe you medication
Youll be feeling like its meditation
Youre feeling wasted
Dont make me come all that way
It dont matter
We keep rollin
She hit it harder like a monster
And I dont mind it either
Came to the finish
Were winning
Just listen
Were twistin the fire
And higher were getting
Light up , inspired and flippin and sippin
And find this sh*t wired and trippin
Elevation is too much for you b**ches
Come on face it
But the grine is contagious
And I got pages and pages
So I want you to know and all these haters
We could go into the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Run sick and nowhere to see
Just tell me if youre ready to roll
We could go into the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Run sick and nowhere to see
Just tell me if youre ready to roll
Brown bags full of new hundreds
My old b**ch hates
My new b**ch
Windows down fell the fresh lilly smoke
Looks like honey
Makes your hair feel funny
We spend this money like it never runs out
It makes me sick
Put this gun in your mouth
I had a bug in the shower
Used to sit
Now trucks take trips in the drought
Gun in the breeze
Youre searchin for weed
I open cheap champagne on a tropical beach
Sittin low in my old school
Pull a hand full out of the beat
Check the bad boys
You aint got it like this
5 gran hash play
Burns slow as a b**ch
We burn big everywhere we go
Top show, no blow
KK
We could go into the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Run sick and nowhere to see
Just tell me if youre ready to roll
We could go into the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Run sick and nowhere to see
Just tell me if youre ready to roll
