Lyrics The Session - Gran Larson

Up all night these red eyes can tell you why
Why lie?
Cruise control on flying nimbus
Let the vibrations be your witness
This remind me of Friday morning knowing you got a couple days to ease
Crack the window a bit till you feel a slight breeze
Where you get your funk from?
Got that delivered
Big bro came through with a pack of that
I was like "oh sh*it"
He was like "yeahhh n*gga"
We exchanged collateral to the crib I was right back
Munchies in the kitchen
Call some homies over
You know they down to match something
Roll a personal out of each other's batch it's all love
Music playing
Covert Coup by the way
BBS track one on repeat allllllll day
What your vibes like?
More passing less talking pimp
Comfy like the sweaters at Mr. Rogers crib
Play crazy and act like you don't remember
Bag full of parliament
Buds frosted like two Decembers
This a groove Sir Nose got no choice but to get down with
Dancing on the stars with the bears french inhaling on a parasail
Let the universe tell
The Session