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parallelz [cliff clavin & buttatones] – smoked out كلمات اغاني

[coast]

hey yo i sniff two blues, 30 milligrams each
then i zoned out and wrote to my philly fam beats
what’s the plan cheech, you won’t p-ss it on my name, skip
at the deli getting high with a lame b-tch
i stay sick f-cking yacking all my guts out
why you gotta lip it so bad, i need to bust down
twisting up tryna even out my high
cuz i drink a bunch of henny and i feel it in my eyes
i gotta p-ss but on my way to the bathroom
my homie had to hand me half a bag full of mad shrooms
i took two caps and took two more
then i dropped two racks and took two wh0r-s
to the marriot, cuz i’m bout to cop a suite there
but i’m in a parking lot sweating in a beach chair
i’m f-cked up i forget what my name is
i’m living like a rock star, i party like i’m famous

“even if i’m smoked out i can’t be scoped out”

[tones]

sitting in the dark, spitting out of sparks
laying scriptures, painting pictures, ripping out my heart
might be dead, naomi said i’m living through the bars
elevating til i’m levitating, drifting to the stars
precision on the mark, move a target ten thousand feet
leave me alone, frees off the dome without no sleep
go down deep, reach within to touch the mountain peak
life’s a beach chair, death gets you up out your seat
mad time been wasted facing the lost years
words distorted, we’re recording to talk clear
that’s why i use the third eye, never caught off guard
you’re looking for the words right, to fill in the lost part
even smoked out, never scoped out, too ill
represent real, see my face on your bill
cash it in and straight up get dutches for your sack
paranoid on point til my f-cking lungs collapse

“even if i’m smoked out i can’t be scoped out”

[cliff clavin]

i maneuver through the fake with a vengeance
and leave um hanging by they chains and pendants
me and tones embrace the haters with open arms
and leave they insides gutted out like cigars
suckers heated when i’m speaking my mind
if you feel that this apply, then you should probably reply
a ruley high, peruvian lie
got me open like vesuvius, i’m flowing that fire
hard headed, hold a grudge that’s the guinea in me
bartender fill the cup, get some henny in me
my dealer hate me, tell him that his trees suck
and he know that i ain’t leaving the spot without some free bud
wifey hate me say i need to act grown
so i keep her -ss stoned and she leave me alone
i’m in the zone with my pen and the thoughts in my dome
40 ounce to the head, man f-ck it i’m gone

“even if i’m smoked out i can’t be scoped out”

- parallelz cliff clavin buttatones

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