Lyrics Waves of Euphoria - Cashleaders

The following program is intended for mature audiences
Meaning if you don't smoke drugs
Get out this room right now nigga
Marijuana in it's natural form
I'm high as shit
Is one of the safest therapeutic reactive substances known to mankind
What the fuck is that dragon doing in here
Shit where you going?
No man this is grass, shieet
Are you sure that's even marijuana
Are you sure this shit ain't even laced man
Yeah, sure this ain't laced man
Lord have mercy, is that what that is?
Shouldn't have ate that cookie man
Lemme see that
What the fuck was in that cookie man

Sitting high with a cigarette
Sitting fine bitch a big ol' breasts
She wants this D, like vitamin sex
And I ain't here for nothing but the best
Laying em to rest bed bath and beyond with a tech
Heck 3 am tryna sniff a rock
Hell these fake bitches tryna lick my cock
But it's all good when you step up on the block
Respect from the death bring us clutching they glocks, ahh
Smoking on this pot, no pot to piss in
Visions of my homie sniffing
Wanna leave this Earth but can't
Without a fixing, tripping
Like a story without a witness
Hit this Philly with ambition
Addiction yea I'm sick and ripping
Feel blessed I'm messed or gifted
Like I ain't get a gift bitch
So why not hit rips till I'm lifted
Snakes hissing all y'all snitches
Gotta get the fuck out like my bitches
Real talk if I wasn't here
Y'all better bring me up to clear fog
This is for my homies
Tell if I'm phony
Tell me if I don't belong or tell me when I owe weed
Gotta keep it real like them cold g's
Never fold, we kill it every time
Killing every fuckin' rhyme
Killin' any beat and spillin' till we love the height
We've reached
T.O.P is where I wanna be
Gotta flow until I reached the peak
They tellin' me to rip this track
Hitting them in the back, relax
I ain't playing hit em with a strap
If I was cray I'd slow down
Guess I'm cray since I sipped some mo crown
And I'm gold bond, check the flow now
Check ya dope drought
Cause I'm spitting that shit
Since I'm cold wow
I'm fuckin' awesome

Tell em be yourself and just strictly do you
Tell em they gon' try to control you like voodoo
Man I swear the government tracks our blu-tooth
Jeff are you high again? something to do
Man I swear these niggas don't know what to do
Screaming west side, when their blocks owned by a jew
They back stab their best friend when they find out the truth
Whenever they in beef they always swear they will help you
Have a nigga confused the winners look like they lose
And the nigga right beside you is the dude who paid his dues
They smile in yo face then they stab you in the back
Being a pussy nigga it's gon' bring yo ass cramps
I was a columnist, she wrote about it like a tramp
Came in her face and she lit up like a lamp
Like a lamp, like a lamp, like a lamp
I ain't a guy in a college just, just a guy in a columnist
Columnist columnist column this

I don't like to take substances
Weed saved my life
This my thank you song
That was awesome