D. Saint & Lil Cool - Mirage

I spark a blunt of gas to ease my mind
I might roll it all to pass the time
I told mama don’t you worry I’ll be fine
Told Cool & Bug G to call the vibes
Wait on second thought I change my mind
Think I’d rather roll the weed and smoke in silence
I’m too vital to this shit my health is priceless
I smoke too much I can’t be fucking with that virus
Election year, damn, perfect timing
If I said I wasn’t suspicious I’d be lying
This go round it’s fuck Trump & Biden
Said that I was done, but my niggas need guidance
Got me looking through the plot got trying to connect the dots
Can’t believe everything that you see on Fox
They gone make me turn my savage up another notch
My brother on the East Side with a hundred shots
My dog posted at the apartments with a thousand grams
He say trapping ain’t dead niggas just rather scam
We used to tag team the work them bales get body slammed
Now I wake up everyday and pray he don’t get bammed
Nobody move but cool, sit quiet
On that gas at the crib just vibing
I’ll be high if I get it, no crying
Cause lord I got more life to live
Just the thought give me the chills
Shit fucked up, shit fucked up
New bitch she wanna chill, but no we can’t fuck
We’d been seeing the signs for months
Nobody was prepared
For the babies I am frightened, for the elders I am scared
But I’m
Still coolin' shit in Florida just coolin' jit
Gotta watch who you be coolin' with
Don’t catch it on some goofy shit
I washed my hands with hoes and soap
My bro, he down the road
Naturally sick and cold
Still in the yo, we rolling some more
But unh unh uh, ain’t it the year of the vote
They wanna keep us close
But fuck them ballots if they actions ain’t matching
Reactions, reacting in captions are classic
Just classic
And they’re just classic
Lotta caskets, just a whole lot of caskets

Written by:
Darrick Burel, DeMarcus St. Amant

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