Danny Brown - Kush Coma lyrics

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Close my eyes, feel like I’m going down

Then I elevate at 90 miles per 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 gonna make it

‘Cause inside my head it’s like a firework show

On the 4th of July in Las Vegas

Said I’m tripping, I’m tripping, feeling like I just came up

I done took me a couple more pills

Next thing I know I’m taking off my shoes

And I’m walking on these clouds like marshmallows

Nodding on, smelling like rose petals

Zoning out, two three like the theme in hell, fire, and angel wings

I’m conscious of that world, got insane ‘bout that world

All these drugs up in me, it’s a miracle I’m not with Kurt

I’m not like a mortician, going down with Oakland bitches

They say you hella boots, rolling back with all of them cunts

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 of the OG aroma

And my brain gone on vacation

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 of the OG aroma

And my brain gone on vacation, kush coma

Kush coma

I am in a kush coma

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Half asleep with that cotton mouth

Weed roll, house on plantation

Look inside the wide gem ring

Got my head looking like a fake titan screen

Got my mind dripping,

Gotta get away from all this bullshit in my way

Know it god damn well, when the high go away

The same shit coming filling my way

I’m a slave to this filthy way, so a nigga want something wet

Bitch smoking blunts since high school

Now look at all the bullshit I’ve been through

Wanna pass out, the weed fading off

Nigga gotta keep one eye open

‘Cause nigga ain’t trying to miss the next turn

Nigga roll up, then we start smoking

I’m smoking on that ocho, got my mind on that cosmos

Sipping on that purple, got a nigga in slo-mo

Dripping in that molly, feel like I’m doing 100 on a Harley

Tell you baby mama sorry, that was one night and her don’t call me

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 of the OG aroma

And my brain gone on vacation, kush coma

Kush coma

I am in a kush coma

Kush coma

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