Текст песни Centennial - Dawn

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance
Hundred years later you probably gone hear this
Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it
Moving your mind and caressing your spirit
Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance
Hundred years later you probably gone hear this
Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it
Moving your mind and caressing your spirit

Gifted logically
Probably take you a couple centuries
If you trynna fuck with me mentally
See this life right here was meant for me
I ain't never been one for irony
But the same ones that despise me
Deep down wanna be just like me
But I do this without trying
Sometimes feel like I'm flying
Smoke in the air rolling that green giant
Everything chill why you getting so excited
Born sinner but I move so righteous
Black light vibing
You could never take my joy
The hate just sound like noise
Tuned out of course
You ain't gotta hate no more
You ain't gotta hate no more

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance
Hundred years later you probably gone hear this
Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it
Moving your mind and caressing your spirit
Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance
Hundred years later you probably gone hear this
Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it
Moving your mind and caressing your spirit

I got a habit of making bad habits
If I want it I gotta have it
These skinny jeans hold more bread than you think
But can't carry cash cause Niggas be fiends
I'm down to travel let's see a new planet
Can't be from here these flows outlandish
Expose the government they probably ban it
Boy I can't stand it
I'm taking advantage of every loophole
Carry two phones
One for the family and one for the dope
Can't afford to have them kicking down doors
Got little brothers that still need to grow
Beautiful women just give me the throat
And if they move different then they get the stroke
I treat this game like a joke
About to roll up another one and toke

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance
Hundred years later you probably gone hear this
Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it
Moving your mind and caressing your spirit
Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance
Hundred years later you probably gone hear this
Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it
Moving your mind and caressing your spirit
Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance
Hundred years later you probably gone hear this
Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it
Moving your mind and caressing your spirit