indooR interludE (feat. Saul Madiope)

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Who's that smoking on my indoor?

Let's get high tonight, touch the sky tonight, high

Who's that smoking on my indoor?

Relax your mind tonight, just be mine tonight, high

You already know, you already know

Smoking on the 'dro, smoking on the 'dro

You already know, you already know

Smoking on the 'dro and I'm sippin' slow

Who's that smoking on my indoor? Yeah

Let's get high tonight, touch the sky tonight, high

Who's that smoking on my indoor? Yeah

Relax your mind tonight, touch the sky tonight (Yeah), high (Yeah)

Never had to tell y'all I'm back, 'cause I would never leave (Never)

My weed is more expensive than the sneakers on your feet (Facts)

Hitting that reefer is sending me straight to Heaven (Yeah)

José Cuervo runneth over, spilling on my jeans (Splash)

I pour the rest onto the ground, I'm yellin', "Rest In Peace"

We going up for all the **** buried underneath (Yeah)

I had to set the scene, I bet they know me out in Tel Aviv

Don't believe the hype you read on Twitter feeds (Woo)

Yeah, life is sweeter than a daiquiri

Her body looking like a piece inside a gallery

Keep it a hunnid, you can spare me all the flattery

They tryna block my shine, throwing shade like a canopy (Keep goin')

So many strains, I'm feeling like a flower gatherer

You ain't smoking if you smoking with the amateurs

Be grateful if you catch me smiling for the cameras

I'm Heath Ledger 'cause I'm never out of character

Who's that smoking on my indoor?

Let's get high tonight, touch the sky tonight, high

Who's that smoking on my indoor?

Relax your mind tonight, just be mine tonight (Yeah), high (Yeah)

No cutting corners, I went the nine yards (Yeah)

Reward myself with wine inside a Libbey Vineyard (Nice)

Feeling on her body, kiss her on the nice part (Mwah)

What a predicament, she's got me in her tight spot

I paint pictures, not because I study fine arts

I'm painting her picture 'cause she's visualising my bars

I'm by far (Far) the most celestial

I never get pressed, I'm presidential, mm (Woo)

Hand me my poison 'cause I'm a ill ****

Yeah, winter baby, so I'm a chill ****

They keep shooting at us like Jordan Peele, ****

Do it till you're sick of me, I hope you never heal, ****

Don't be smoking on my indoor, outsider

You and I are not the same, I'm an outlier

I need space, meanin' I'm tryna be home buyer

Cash wires, bank notes, the whole choir

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven

Smokin' that reefer, sending me straight to Heaven