paroles de chanson NV - Kilroy

Smoke a little dro just to get my mind gone
Get so high end up in a different time zone
A lot of older people trying to tell me I'm wrong
'Til I remind them that this life not long
Baby, hit a bong, hit a bowl, hit a pipe
After that you can sit on my face for the night
If you fucking with it hit the lights
Look so good, hit it twice
I hope your shit tight
Pass it to my nigga I might
Litty when we reunite
I hope your shit tight
Put me on an all night flight
Mary Jane you looking like my type
I hope your shit tight
Out of sight, out of my mind
Every time I hit her, hit her from the behind
Even though she loud like a motherfucker
She the only bitch that can help me unwind
One good time, that's all it need to be
I fuck with you at my leisurely
You get me out my head easily
I smoke my greenery, enjoy the scenery
The feeling feel like a dream to me
You don't know what this shit means to me, more than it seems to be
When I want to block the negative energy, you the one set up the screen for me

That's why I fuck with you
'Cause you fuck with me and you got me feeling so comfortable
I can come to you
Tell me what you want to do
Just tell me what you want to do
And I'm coming through
My mans coming too
'Cause I fuck with you
And you fuck with me and you got me feeling so comfortable
I can come to you
Tell me what you want to do
Just tell me what you want to do
And I'm coming through
My mans coming too

Okay I understand
That my niggas hit you but honestly, I don't give a damn
I could fit you in my business plan
I'm gone give you grams, you gone get me grands
We don't need a permit, we don't need a grant
We just need a scale and we need a plant
To get 'em fly like Peter Pan
And send they ass to Never land
So high that they never land
Contribution with the contraband
Contradiction 'cause of my intentions but I'm trying to get us to the promise land
You should trust me, I'm a honest man
And I never asked for handouts
Put your hand out, let you palm trees and then watch how it pan out
Lucrative ain't no planned routes
We can do it out my mans house
If the police ask who you are, you just tell you my mans spouse
Ain't no ratting, ain't no damn mouse
'Cause for this shit we'll get plenty
Trying to make a pretty penny until the green get us green and they start to envy
I hoping you hear me