OC & Apollo Brown - Anotha One | Текст песни

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• OC & Apollo Brown
• Anotha One

[InExplaintro]
[Lighter clicks]
Yeah, lemme get this EZ Wider ready and shit. Roll up this nice fatty, get it ready to spark. Nah, I ain't sharing this shit with nobody. This is for me man, I had a hard fucking day man, fuck that

[Verse 1]
Another hard day's working that 9 to 5
Blue-collar dollars for the fam which I provide
Not a white picket fence, yet it all makes sense
To unwind from being tense
Light up the incense, choose a Guinness over 'yac
Brown suds, twist the bud, wind down
Gimme a nice buzz, few tokes, eyes closed
Inhale nice and slow, got the salad
Rolled, the Bambu. Electric relaxation
On Mother Nature's volume straight from the earth
Got that medicine flowing through my veins since birth
Unprescribed seeds come and go with the green
Personal use, not for sale. Purchase a nice bale
Rather spend it on this than buying some cocktails
Yes indeed, the essence I breathe is a pleasure I crave
When I light up and blaze

[Hook]
When it's down to the roach I light another one [x3]
Before the joint gets small as a roach I spark another one

[Verse 2]
Smoke breaks are few and far between
Recreational time when I'm (steaming?)
In the confines of my backyard
No worries to be on guard
Surrounded by the fences tall, kids in the crib
My wiz mind her own biz, her time is her time
Knowing his is his, letting me live
It's nothing in this world like having the peace of mind
That place all peace and calm, lounging with my feet up
White and grey shell-toe Adidas
Chilling, sweats on, the wife-beater
Mac and my laptop, slingbox connect
Watch Jeter hit a home run over the fence
That's when I rolled another doobie, ain't no puff puff pass
Every now and again I mix weed with hash
Yes indeed, the essence I breathe be that pleasure I crave
When I light up to blaze

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
That THC qualifies me for a PhD
Cuz I'm hands-on when I study, blowing smoke in my study
Thick as a fog on a midsummer's night
When the weather is warm
Mi nah fuck with the bomb 'cuz it's too strong
Especially when it's Arizona Gold from Tuscon
No sticks and stems, just heavy sour
Hawaiian eye, puff on spliffs of Maui
Blowing that bubblegum, calm, not troublesome
The weed man lovin' him
Greeting him, not mean-mugging him
Twisting pretzels minus the salt
I'm as high as a gymnast doing flips and somersaults
Tranquil as my feet in the sands of Antigua
Lifted off the kick of the stash of Sonny Chiba
Yes indeed, the essence I breathe be that pleasure I crave
When I spark and blaze

[Hook]