Neako

Neako - Nice Drugs

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I’m getting taller, taller than I’ve ever been

The world is smaller, I guess I’m floating heaven scent

Moving slow, reversing as I’m walking in

Hearing voices, I fairly really talk with friends

In a place that I built for my thoughts

I created it but still I get lost from the

Nice drugs, nice drugs

I created it but still I get lost from the

Nice drugs, nice drugs

Yeah, she said she wish that I would let her in my world

Purple dream, sour cloud, filled with girls

No looking down, I levitate and keep on going up

3 gram elevators, when we rolling up

More than 3 ounces when we pouring up

Sirock raining out the sky, go run and grab a cup

For these nice drugs, nice drugs

Yeah, I know it’s wrong, but the pain goes away

From the nice drugs, nice drugs

Moving in circles, filled with sonic rings

Crazy bitches, plenty of paper, all designer things

I hear those angels when my father sings

I’m so tall, nothing they throw can really bother me, yeah

Still falling up, tryina catch my breath,

I better think about it, before I go take another step

Towards the nice drugs, nice drugs

Yeah, on a flight nigga, whole trip paved by the

Nice drugs, nice drugs,

Ah, blunts alls vegans, rolling paper back to back

Going zip to zip sometimes we go from sack to sack

Soldiers in the front, you and yours is in the back

This lean will make you lean, take a sip then pass it back

I roll 3 grams and then I started rap

I can’t fuck with it, unless I hear you call it that

Nice drugs, nice drugs,

Yeah, same time, everyday, all we buying is them

Nice drugs, nice drugs

They can’t take me out of my realm, dreams by sl

Saint leron, don’t ask why, I be stoned as hell

Walking into your bitch house, my ass is falling her stands

I’m always climbing these stairs, these niggas watching, they stare

My shades blocking the glare, I’m by the sun, I’m floating there

High temperatures, they both compare, all these drugs, they brought us here

Nice drugs, nice drugs

High temperatures, they both compare, all these drugs, they brought us here

Those nice drugs, nice drugs

My young niggas they gang bang,

16 and they slang yay, get bag then make bell

Then reel up the same day

In the field with that foul play

I show them different nowadays

We come from the same place

But I found a way so they follow me

Rolling up, something is different from what they smoking

Get on this plane, I’m flying over the ocean

From these nice drugs, nice drugs

Rolling up, something is different from what they smoking

It’s these nice drugs, nice drugs.

Thanks to Drake for correcting these lyrics

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