Jitt Satyr - Reefa

Blowing gas you might call this reefa
(This reefa)
Blowing gas you might call this reefa
(This reefa)
Too bad could of fucked that teacher
(Could of fucked that teacher boy)
Heard he wasn't looking
he ain't get none either
(He ain't get none either)
Come with us just lay back Keisha
(Lay back Kiesha)
Blowing gas you might call this reefa
(Call this reefa)
Lil city nigga with a big ass heater
(Big ass heater)
Got tamales cooking
might cause a fever
(Cause that fever)
But you ain't bitching
Cause I ain't either
(I ain't either)
Hit it one more time
Then you off the meter
(Off that meter)

Blowing gas you might call this reefa
(Call it reefa)
Ain't scary movie but I'll be chief y'all
(I'll be chief y'all)
Fuck Craig and smoke come and hit this
Lisha
(Hit this Lisha)
I'm just fucking around shooting buzzer beaters
(Shooting 3s on them)

Blowing gas
Might blow your speakers
(Blow your speakers boy)
Growing fast
They said LA leaked me
(LA leaked the boy)
Did the dash on the BCPD
(Fuck them police boys)
Blowing gas they couldn't receive me
(Can't receive the boy)

Blowing gas you might call this reefa
(Call this reefa boy)
Too bad could of fucked the teacher
(Boy could of fuck the teacher boy)
Blowing gas you might call this reefa
(Boy could of blowed that reefa boy)
Too bad could of fucked the teacher
( To bad could of fucked that teacher boy)

Taking trips
Trying find my signal
Up and overdosing hit
Different when you injured
Can't look back to my city
That shit hurt my chest
I knew that i would blow up
But not taking all these breaths
I been put under maintenance
With some drugs that cure my stress
My dreams be overwhelming
I wake up and I see red

Blowing gas just to ease my head
Blowing gas might call this shit
Some reefa

Written by:
Jonathan Trapp

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