paroles de chanson Zone Out - HiddenRoad

Take this weed to the dome, inhale deep then I zone out
Getting high, getting high, pen and pad, put this dope down
On paper, spit it on the mic later
I do what I do, ain't got no time to be a hater
Operator, get low, get high
Lose your spirit in the flow, tell them hoes goodbye
Hit it, fly, in the sky, fuck the friction, Hidden glides
Go outside, walk the pup, yeah, see me drifting by
It's a ride, yo what up, me, I'm getting by
Said sedated with a grin, cause, I'm getting high
Yo, I let it go for some years
Hit the bottle, drunk as fuck, then it started coming clear
I need that sticky eww eee, that's all I really need
Fuck the whiskey, fuck the ciggys, yeah green is the new me
Pop a xan now and then but only to supplement
A new strain might make me anxious need time to adjust to it
Only true smokers know
I zone out, I zone out, I zone out, I zone out