Lowtyde - Silly Tuesdays

Ugh
Lay back concentrate
Got a lot up on my mind
It's been hard for me to regulate it
Yeah
I been motherfuckin' high
Yeah the THC is concentrated
Took the long way up
This the stairs not the elevator
Lemme' elevate ya
Miss me with that fuck shit
That's on God
Lemme roll my weed
And the air feels nice I'm here for a good time
Toasting up that leaf
Ain't no use in stressing tomorrow
Now is all we got
But I just can't seem to let go
Almost there, almost there
Compassion ain't nothing unless you practice it
Nothing happens on accident
Promise that
Some days I feel like a welcome mat
Blowing on a Half
It's a Saturday
Laughing in the mirror
Tryna steer and get a grip up on this life
And my visions getting weirder
Looking down at all my fears
And my stomach getting bigger
Need a salad, not a beer
If you don't comprehend the language
Get the fuck up outta here
MOTHAFUCKA
And I won't say it again
It's the underground buzzing
Tell yo mammy and yo cousin
We ain't compromising nothing
We the shit you couldn't stomach
MOTHA
Miss me with that fuck shit
That's on God
Lemme roll my weed
And the air feels nice I'm here for a good time
Toasting up that leaf
Ain't no use in stressing tomorrow
Now is all we got
But I just can't seem to let go

Written by:
Tyler Smith

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