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smoke n vent - brian abell lyrics

[hook] (x2)
i’m high
you’re high
we’re fried
let’s get even higher
ignite the fire

[verse]
getting hurt by someone i loved
it turned me cold
getting played by someone i trust
it hurt my soul
you ever been robben by
the dogs you threw a bone
yall n*ggas only taught me
that i need to swerve alone
nd if he was a trapper
h*ll come up on his own
nd if he is a trapper
better get em out my zonе
he talking dumb sh*t
i up the glock to his dome
first 48 unsolvеd mystery gone
i’m smoking dummy
it got me short a couple chromosome
i smoke so much dro
that kush is my cologne
i’m on earth
but this is not where i belong
i filt up my cup
n now im gone off patron
so many moves
dont know which moves to make
pills in my hand
don’t know which pills to take
i try’d to imagine a future
nd drew a blank
to have a good past
well a n*gga can’t relate
im trynna move peaceful
but a n*gga full of hate
im trynna keep stepping
but a brotha losing pace
gotta lotta problems
that a n*gga trynna face
vibbing with the chicka
couple blunts we bouta face
she a thick built b*tch
i use et ass as a tray
she fresh out the shower
so im finna eat that cake
imma fat n*gga
nd i clean the whole plate
imma trap n*gga
nd im always making plays
i’ll smack a n*gga
now he ain’t got no taste
see what i want
nd im always gonna take
you wait for handouts
you’ll always be late
take it slow n steady
you bound to win the race
getting left by someone i needed
made me strong
my granny always taught me
that i couldn’t do no wrong
that if they leave yo life
well let em move along
you might be a youging
but you thinkin like ya grown
you might feel different
but remember you belong
you might feel weak
just remember that you strong
nd she’ll always love me
even when her time is gone
hope she sleepin peaceful
now that hevan is her home
getting stepped on
by n*ggas i fed made me hate
think what you want
but yall n*ggas can’t relate
i slipped up
when i said the code to my safe
it’ll be ya own brother
that’ll make you catch a case
it’ll be ya own homies
that’ll spit all in ya face
it’ll be ya own n*ggas
yo success will makes em hate
itll be yo own cousins
they the first to rob yo place
itll be ya own brother
when you smoked that blunt was laced…
call me mighty joe young
better yet king kong
it dont even matter
finna hit this bong
trynna clear the mental
like a buddhist with a gong
call the chicka up
gotta her rolling up the cones
both super fired
n now im taking off her thong
hit that stroke right
gotta singing when she moan
and the p*ssy so wet
you know a n*gga sing along
and after we f*ck
you know we both getting blown
[outro] (x2)
i’m high, i’m high
she high, she high
we fried, we fried
we gon get higher
ignite the fire

- brian abell lyrics

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