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i get so lit - eric j. lyrics

[verse 1]
ayahuasca with the l in a eye dropper
sip slow third eye bout to burn
i lean
ilene, blue dream
dream team
one joint
one brain
two strains
twisted
shoe strings
long range with the bow legolas on the ls
she asked me if i still blow on the weed
i said b-tch is it still cold in the d
blow on the flow still wonder who spilled it
n-ggas built the pyramids
chuck a spear where ya spirit is
leave a p-ssy n-gga spiritless
script this
n-ggas hate but i don’t hear it tho
so gone
b-tch i think i’m gyarados
12 chakras
expand from the crown
let them n-ggas hate as they stand on the ground
xan with the brown
nah i’m playin’ i ain’t poppin’
unless it’s lsd then i’m droppin’
droppin’
whole lotta weed i’m coppin’
caught the feds watchin’
they think i’m led zeppelin
rhymes so def they think on dead rappin’
buncha dead rappers in my head keep naggin’
nig nog patty wack ya b-tch head bobbin’
nug same size as my pineal
stopping off on piney grove
spittin’ shrooms on the audio

spittin’ shrooms on the audio
and everybody know i still body hoes

[hook] x4
i get so lit
to the sky when i hit my spliff

[bridge]
i ride
slang king kong
cain i snort
maintain my flow
rain i hope
wash away my hopes
not chained
to the game
campaign might blow
that champagne float
that champagne flow
sip beer get it clear
mix shrooms with the malt
i vault off the top of the rope like boss
so bow bow to a n-gga from the south

[verse 2]
mi dreadlock queen dutty wine for her king
hands to the sky middle finger to ya sire
i and i irie
da one like kyrie
say ya got a problem
but ya wan come try ya
luck m-th-f-ck get stuck
for a buck
like a doe
you don’t get it tho
rhymes subliminal
psychedelic chemical
weed slanging criminal
and i don’t even sell it though
i just be inhaling those
blunts back to back
auschwitz is my camp
contraband in the van
when my band tour the map
n-gga play p-ssy get caught like the clap
trae mart got the strap
i’m the light on the sights
ripe for fight
third eye on the rise
third reich when i rhyme
heil higher self
rails to head
pay the bail then i bounce
i smoke too much to get caught with a ounce
akhenaten with the crown
glock c-ck another round
say you boys fly
i leave ya flock upon the ground
spittin’ sh-t that made em see pac and gun em down
only n-gga who ain’t need the roc to run the town
i’m the rock on the beat one c-cky sumb-tch
stone cold with the flow beer spillin on my vest
yes yes
as expected i’m spittin’ asbestos
pesticide for the n-ggas stay buggin’
f-ck it

spittin’ shrooms on the audio
and everybody know i still body hoes

[hook] x4

- eric j lyrics

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