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Kill to heal, we don't feel We let smoke rise You're not in hell, just inhale On your own time I got green, she got dreams Now my phone died I got schemes, seeing things Bitch I'm so high Kill to heal, we don't feel We let smoke rise You're not in hell, just inhale On your own time I got green, she got dreams Now my phone died I got schemes, seeing things Bitch I'm so high Neon lights just shifted And they got some tracers Bitch I'm burning with the ink Like I'm a fuckin Taylor She got me moving there and back This is not the pacer Baby whether I'm good or evil No I'm not your savior Vision turned kaleidoscope I'm geeking as I try smoke She legit and I'm a pro I'm the tide I drive the boat What that shit 'bout? Bitch I been out Out the closet or the prophet Imma' sit down Bring your friends out See I'm getting loose Seagram's gin and juice What that really mean You seeing sin and proof Flip and kick the roof The stars are on the floor Now the vision grew Bitch I'm seeing things You can see we strained If I say it, then I see it When it leave the brain Manifest the limits And then test the hinges Yeah we all in hell But we blessed to live it Kill to heal, we don't feel We let smoke rise You're not in hell, just inhale On your own time I got green, she got dreams Now my phone died I got schemes, seeing things Bitch I'm so high Kill to heal, we don't feel We let smoke rise You're not in hell, just inhale On your own time I got green, she got dreams Now my phone died I got schemes, seeing things Bitch I'm so high Small guy But the cup supersized You wanna roll with me I hope you ain't scared of heights Always in the sky girl Come and take a flight If you ain't about your business Then I'm cutting ties Don't be fucking up my rights You can blow this dick bitch But don't blow my high If you not down to die Then don't be by my side That's the price of loyalty If you with it, get inside Let's ride I say bongai I'm in the whip Stir fried with the Asian eyes Stuck as fuck, fortified Inhale, now I'm in paradise I don't want advice, nah I just want my vices And I ain't fucking friendly But the flow nice You can't deny One of a kind Hit, scrap for the price You can hit me for the truth You want them lies Hit them guys I see a threat It get neutralized Kill to heal, we don't feel We let smoke rise You're not in hell, just inhale On your own time I got green, she got dreams Now my phone died I got schemes, seeing things Bitch I'm so high Kill to heal, we don't feel We let smoke rise You're not in hell, just inhale On your own time I got green, she got dreams Now my phone died I got schemes, seeing things Bitch I'm so high
Writer(s): Trevor Shores Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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