paroles de chanson ROLL UP - Teri , DOWN6

My mind's a spiral, it's an infinite pit
Lies go viral, now your career I reminisce
All my sentences glow the brightest, like jellyfish
Good penmanship, unpleasant with the topic, appear a pessimist

Don't test a bitch
I etch your fears in bars to make you shit yourself
Fist'll melt, pistol held, environment still safe as hell
None are evil, all is good, the heat brings the glands out
Breaking quite a sweat with CDs, I'm no longer handing out
Stiff as a board, anxiously rollin' up towards the black fence
Mission abort, fully put in effort with the flick, of course
I'm mad intense, even if I'm rich I'll still show up with dents
I drag my mind through misery just to settle on the grip, gently

Roll up, roll up
Roll up, roll up
Smoke up, smoke up
Smoke up, smoke up
Circle planned
Inhaling all this purple, man
Circle planned
Inhaling all this purple, man

I wanna rap like it wasn't a damn hobby
Eight shots pumped directly into your man's body
They got stuck, why deadly issues demand coffee
Eighth blunt high, dexy, and pills to withstand coughing
All the time, bro, walkin' the tracks, sleepin' on futons
Recline so dogs on the fabric leavin' my shoes on
Time- time slows off of the gas, chiefin' the fruit bong
Iso, blockin' the pass, stealing, improve on

Connections on the block like LEGOs
If you don't got protection on your Glock, you might lay low
You gon' rot, don't check your fuckin' rock, its spiked K hole
Super soaker splashin' your brother, shootin' downtown for payroll
Keep me lucid off half a pound of the white runtz
Sweets losin' tobacco to the ground, we can light blunts, bitch
Gather round, get your spiked punch, bitch
Wondering if that's allowed to die of consumption

Our scent lingers with pot at the function
What are the odds of me grabbin' some broads for tongue punchin'?
Puff a spliff, you ain't running shit, you ain't done nothin'
You's a vague mo'fucker, you's a cunt muffin
Walkin' down the alley, wondering what's crackin'
I don't live in valleys, straight from the gutter, still got passion
I stay never lackin', make 'em rally 'round my actions
Yesterday I murdered, but that's okay, that shit is past tense

Yeah, I went through a quarter over the weekend
Next time, a half ounce would be sufficient
Bound to the style and bound to the mission
Profound wild miles that I travel, still no difference

Roll up, roll up
Roll up, roll up
Smoke up, smoke up
Smoke up, smoke up
Circle planned
Inhaling all this purple, man
Circle planned
Inhaling all this purple, man