[Verse 1]
Close my eyes, feel like I'm going down
Then I elevate at 90 miles an hour,
And all I see is stars and they coming at me
sort of like a meteor shower
My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy,
feeling like I ain't goin' make it
Cause inside my head's like a firework show
in the 4th July in Las Vegas
Said, I'm trippin'
I'm trippin',
Feeling like I just came up,
I done took mer a couple more pills
Next thing I know, I'm taking off my shoes
And I'm on walking on these clouds like marshmallows
Nodding off, smellin' like rose petals
Zoning off, two-three like the theme in hell fire and angel wings
I'm conscious of that world, gone insane 'bout that world
All these drugs up in me, it's a miracle I am here a...
I'm not like a mortician,
Going down with Oakland bitches, they say you hella bougie
Rolling back all of them coupes
[Bridge]
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back
It's the blunt after blunt rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma
and my brian going on vacation
Kush coma
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back
It's the blunt after blunt rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma
and my brian going on vacation
Kush coma
[Hook]
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
[Verse 2]
Half a sleep with that cotton mouth
Weed roll house on plantation
Look inside of my gem ring...
Get my head looking like fake titan screen
Get my mind drippin'
Gotta get away from all this bullshit in my way
Knowing god damn well when the high go away
same shit gonna be still in my way
I'm a slave to this flithy...
So nigga want somethin' wet in it
Been smoking blunts since high school,
Now look at all the bullshit I been through
Wanna pass out, the weed fading off
Nigga gotta keep one eye open
Cause nigga ain't tryna miss the next turn
Nigga roll up, then we starting smoking
I'm smoking on that ocho
Got my mind that cosmos
Spitting on that purple
Got a nigga in slo-mo
Dipping in that molly, feel like I'm doing 100 on a Harley
Tell your baby mama sorry,
that was one night and please don't call me
[Bridge]
[Hook]