Chester Watson and Comme - Chinamen

Gangrene, I'm slumped and I can't see shit
Rolling up the ganja
The crew is a slant lean
Medusas and camps team fit
(Shrooms and a doob)
Mix it and proceed to hallucinate
Lucifer playing Wii-Fit
With a wide stance and a lance
Think I'm just tripping off the
Sounds of psy trance in
My pants pronounced Dickies
Not showing you really want it
I'm taking your shit (Give me that)
We open the shutters with no piggy back
Rough, raspy with flows that's buck nasty
Just last week hit a dip
With plump ass cheeks
Creep dissing but you do not
Step upon the lad's sneaks
No refunds, nigga
You chose this stuff actually
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck

Smoke in front of customers
Get 'em accustomed to it
Lush, fluent in the language of philosophy
Dangerous like popping 360s in
Some soccer cleats he with it
Only living for the days where I
Sway like the rocking beams
Grades up, got a J tucked in the pocket tee
See, all of these niggas praise us
Watch them jock the steeze
I'm in a daze counting broccoli
Before you ship projects
Make sure the crate is stamped Polynesia

Yes, it is I, the accomplice of the samurai
Sick flows, hoes, and weed
And still camera-shy
And we throw in bananas when them hammers fly
Learn to use my grammar with my
Manners so I will be fine later on
Please don't hit my line
If you isn't trying
I got work, less than what it's worth
Please respect the grind
Decapitating lines, capture all the minds
Could give 'em all of the science
But they still committing crimes
We rookies to the game, testing waters
Be on this local shit
But still I'm trying to take it farther
?, plugged in with his Asian father
Kanisono in Japan whipping base
He make it harder
Your team full of bench players
We a bunch of starters and Nick will dunk on
Your players regardless
We fucking heartless
Threw Monty a alley, he lost it
He fucking lost it
Been stuck in this hideous process
I can't be processed
But no one got belief in me, I see the tree
Should I take the fruit or should
I leave? Is it the key?
Bitch, I'm high as hell and moving keys
That's by the kilo
Man with delivery, come spin with me
Me and Watson got that killer beat, Ms hilary
Take a trip into your memory and you will see
I ain't lying I'm done trying
Producer named Psymun
All these rappers got a mouth but
When they see us stay silent
K-Breeze stay styling, we ain't
Scared of violence, this shit
Timeless, hotter than saunas with prima
Donnas and your highness
The way I'm grinding
You would think I wrote the finest
Nu Age taking off, and that's
A promise, in the future, you won't find us
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck
Roll up, nigga
Cause I'm trying to get high as fuck

Written by:
MONTRELL HAYMON, SIMON CHRISTENSEN

Publisher:
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find