Caskey - Kush lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Couple blunts, these here my smokers

They ain't long, but they guaranteed to get the job done

Smoke one, what the fuck you waiting on?

Get high, word to my big brother, Willow Right

Check it out!

(Verse)

This not a song about addiction at all

Nah, this one here is about the love of my life

Put it out the jar, roll that weed inside a two dutch cigar

Bring 'em both together, conserving in style

We don't know no betta, we just gazing out the windows of life

Still blazin', peep the pages of my 20 year vice

Weed influenced them, joint papers on my table and I ain't using them

Preferenced, and you don't got it like my smoke

Just speak to my with reverence, so many different piles that I can reference

My eyes be so low as if my ties when I be pressin' the corner

It's why I gotta keep quarters, they my cheap orders

Eatables on my table, they help me sleep, sorta

Who knows? Infinite supplies, two O's

Ova 250 pounds, man I get my coodoes to the plugs and the middle men

They played in position, that don't mean that they weed come on time

Yo, but that's the business and you know it

If you been there, I been there

Chronic smoke inside the herb, man, it's in here

There's something bout the in-door that had opened my eyes

When I was barely gettin' by

(Hook)

Aye, so blow some fuckin' kush out yo nose, bitch

(Roll up, roll up and roll up and roll up and roll up)

Blow some fuckin' kush out yo nose, bitch

(Roll up, roll up and roll up and roll up and roll up)

(verse 2)

Man, it's routine, get the crushin'

Lately I just been rollin' these dutches

My budget calls for it

(These are the smoker's all) And I'm all for it

I'm live, gonna pull some weed out the storage

Just like the chorus, blow some kush out yo nose

Been exposed to a way that will align you with the flow

Man, we just copped that purple haze

Roll it up and get dosed

Man, if we ain't commit, then hoppin' weed ain't got no clothes(?!)

Word to overcoming odds, rollin' potent wards

Indulgent in fall, man, I'm a smoking god

And you ain't got the lungs to inhale this reefa

And you ain't got the funds to pay for this feature

For this goo, we still coexist as humans

Everything's a movement, the teacher one with the student

My pieces are nothing similar to Judas

Man, they are more Christ like

They ain't tryna see anotha night fight and you know it

If you been there, I been there

Chronic smoke inside the herb, man, it's in here

There's something bout the in-door that had opened my eyes

When I was barely gettin' by

(Hook)