Paroles de Houdini
We're gonna need more weed, I can tell you thatDay off, big vibes
Big ideas, still have to kick the tires
The kick was wide, time expired
I fell out, wasn't even tired
That's why I don't even really mess with OG, but this one taste like fresh papaya
Since the spot got a grill, you know I'm working the fire
If it's cool in the shade, I'ma chill
If it's cool with you, I'ma hit my supplier
If it's any beef, today a good day for a cease fire
Or, if not, creep, shoot to kill, hit or miss, get a good night's sleep 'cause now it's gon' be on for real
I'm at a Costco in the midwest with a pockеt full of small bills
Folded like tacos, borracho
El Chapo when it's timе to head for the hills
Gazpacho on the veranda, trust me I know it's hot in the fields
Jimmy Wopo draped over his steering wheel
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day
The nose is Pine-Sol and turpentine
But the taste remind me of Jamaican oranges that look like limes
Pit stop turned into the whole night I'm arguing for a new paradigm
Just say he's the best, here's where you sign
A lot of people gon' be upset, but in the end it'll be fine
The earth is a sphere (You don't have to believe it)
I do work
The cats working with mirrors, I disappear
I was never there (Officer)
Walked into the forest filled with fear
Couldn't see it coming, but I could hear
Something lumbering near
Woke up sudden in armchair
Cousin like, "Yo, you good to drive?"
Nigga, I'm the tip of the spear
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day
Since the spot got a grill, you know I'm working the fire
If it's cool in the shade, I'ma chill
If it's cool with you, I'ma hit my supplier
If it's any beef, today a good day for a cease fire
Or, if not, creep, shoot to kill, hit or miss, get a good night's sleep 'cause now it's gon' be on for real
I'm at a Costco in the midwest with a pockеt full of small bills
Folded like tacos, borracho
El Chapo when it's timе to head for the hills
Gazpacho on the veranda, trust me I know it's hot in the fields
Jimmy Wopo draped over his steering wheel
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day
The nose is Pine-Sol and turpentine
But the taste remind me of Jamaican oranges that look like limes
Pit stop turned into the whole night I'm arguing for a new paradigm
Just say he's the best, here's where you sign
A lot of people gon' be upset, but in the end it'll be fine
The earth is a sphere (You don't have to believe it)
I do work
The cats working with mirrors, I disappear
I was never there (Officer)
Walked into the forest filled with fear
Couldn't see it coming, but I could hear
Something lumbering near
Woke up sudden in armchair
Cousin like, "Yo, you good to drive?"
Nigga, I'm the tip of the spear
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day
