Danny Brown
Текст песни Kush Coma

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
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma

Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma

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
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma
Kush coma
I am in a kush coma