Jarren Benton - Half Ounce, Quarter Pound feat. Aleon Craft lyrics

rate me

Damn, never smoked nothing like this in my life

Pack it in a pipe put it to a light

5,4,3,2,1 I ignite, I’m high as a kite

Levitate through a fuckin room, I’m in flight

Niggas so geeked that I ain’t feeling right

And I just wanna come down, get back home from mars

Call the fucking paramedic cause I feel like I’ma die

Party to my death, cardiac arrest

Heart beating out a nigga motherfucking chest

Dar, what you put inside this weed is a lace

Cause I feel like I got bugs eating all around my face

Danger coress, california kush, shit so loud,

Like I hold I need a dush

Like I’m in a coma, need a motivator push

There a nigga go where the dope boys doe

Like let me get a, get a, get a

[Hook] x 2

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

roll it, smoke it, feeling good, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, yeah nigga, where’s my order

All different flavors and about to burn it down

In my lap with the preacher’s daughter

Windows rolled up so the smoke just loiters

My pain swag floss the rims on tourist

Now I’m looking spaced out cause I’m really spaced out

Plenty mary jane all sattelites courtless

Big bag of white fi, smell it when I fly by

Look at these colors loud pack full of tied eye

Outta here, aha, see you later, bye bye

Running the fresh fruit, while I’m making pens eye

Phonogramic red eye, pine apples man I

Can’t see to focus, seeing double never pens eye

But it is see your liqor tongue out when I put that bong out

Fuck it baby girl put your pants down

[Hook] x 2

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

roll it, smoke it, feeling good, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

yeah, feel like I’m loosing my mind

Either we lace it with hash or we fill it with dust

When am I gonna draw the line?

Feel like I drifted through time, lost in space

Can’t turn around cause I lost this way

Break it down and put it in a bomb

Then I put it in my lungs spitting like a nigga lost in space

Yeah bitch don’t grunt to smoke this

We gonn fire up, get a hit of this dope bitch

This for my nigga that feeling they hopeless

Gotta stay high cause you know we don’t go with

Double shifting, like don’t add us

Like the mont blancs and tetris

Mama say a nigga lifestyle is reckless

Might wake up one day and regret this

But I feel damn

[Hook] x 2

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good

roll it, smoke it, feeling good, roll it, smoke it, feeling good.