Rapper Weed (feat. Boogie)

[Chorus: SiR]
[tool: 歌詞滾動姬https://lrc-maker.github.io]
[length: 02:40.052]
[Verse 2: Boogie]
Clear skies , white walls
Sunshine in my rearview as the night falls
Listenin' to old Kanye feelin' like new Kanye (Hey-hey-hey)
My life in harmony like two, one Ye's (Okay)
I shouldn't have to tell you that I been here
This is not a gimmick, please don't push me to my limit
I be gettin' tired of bein' friendly (Tired of bein' friendly )
I go hard until my tank is empty ('Til my tank is empty)
I'm not really in the competition, oh
Hatin' me won't ever get you mentioned, oh
I stay in my lane, oh, I stay in my lane
I be drivin' new terrain but my view never change
Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5, yeah
Thoughts of me droppin' the top, don't make me handle the whip
All we been smokin' is guilt, she 'bout to roll up again
But we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more
Yeah-yeah, I mean, shit
She keep on askin' me, 'Why that blunt still ain' t went out?' Uh
You lose your patience, say, '**** it, just put that shit out'
And lately we both ain't been out, been hidin' up in our consciousness
Tryna tell me, 'Be moderate,' shit, we boostin' our tolerance, uh
Let's smoke the papers, that red-eye fade 'til we know the pages, uh
Let's know the matrix that hide the truth, we not in it, face it
Runnin' through your days with no steady pace and fugie racin'
To your own demise, we ain't finna make it, I keep on sayin', uh
I call, you call, both calls get missed, yeah, uh
One call, you back, I text, you piss, yeah, uh
I keep the roach, I smoke the tips
I hurt my thumb, I burn my lips and shit
I need to smoke to be straight, I gotta get me some bands
I cop the eighth like every day, bro, all that shit for my mans
'Til I forgot to go pay, he tell me, 'Never again'
Now I ain't even gettin' high no more
Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5, yeah
Thoughts of me droppin' the top, don't make me handle the whip
All we been smokin' is guilt, she 'bout to roll up again
But we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh -uh
Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more