Mar90s - Rasta Mon

Im smoking weed just like a Rasta mon
(Ahhhhhh)
She keep my dope inside her pocket book
(Woahhhh)
The chef is cooking asking what you want
(ahhhhhh)
Cus when you with me you don’t gotta cook
(Nooooo)
I’m rolling blunts until my fingers numb
(Ahhhh)
I’m taking pills until my body numb
(Ahhhhh)
I mix tequila with the island rum
(Ohhhhhh)
I can feel it now
I can feel it now
My heart need healing now

Put that perky on your tongue and let it melt
How you gon love me you don’t even love yourself
Don’t got a stylist I get dressed by myself
Balenciaga on my shoes and on my belt
I just left jimmy choo and Ysl
I bought my bitch some new shoes cus I’m not selfish
Sometimes I’m nice or I’m rude I can’t help it
But when I’m in a good mood you gonna love it
Just booked a flight for the morning I’ll be there by the night
Have my gun when I land
Have my drugs when I land
You know I like to get High


Im smoking weed just like a Rasta mon
(Ahhhhhh)
She keep my dope inside her pocket book
(Woahhhh)
The chef is cooking asking what you want
(ahhhhhh)
Cus when you with me you don’t gotta cook
(Nooooo)
I’m rolling blunts until my fingers numb
(Ahhhh)
I’m taking pills until my body numb
(Ahhhhh)
I mix tequila with the island rum
(Ohhhhhh)
I can feel it now
I can feel it now
My heart need healing now

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