Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Light Up Light Up, artist - Baby Bash. Album song Don't Panic It's Organic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bashtown
Song language: English
Light Up Light Up |
Yeah. |
Yeeeahhhh |
Uhmmm |
Light up, light up |
Strike a match and watch the flames burn bright |
Light up, light up |
Breathe deep and let it clear your mind |
When you start feeling down, light one up, pass it 'round |
Keep your chin up and head high cause nothing’s forever |
Light up, light up |
Breathe deep and put it in the sky |
I’m never drinking and driving, I’m only smoking and flying |
Too many dying, alcohol related death’s multiplying |
So you know, we gotta keep it in perspective |
Get my point across, like a boss and make sure that mi gente gets the message |
I’m just gonna blow up on this fire, who got the lighter? |
You want that sherbert OG Kush, that cookie gets you higher |
Need no crazy pills, they give me no crazy thrills |
That’s cause how a playa feels, I’m smoking until the wheels fall off |
Yeah, and that’s how we keep it lifted |
California fine’s are organically engifted |
I’m in love with Mary Jane, some call it that Marichuana |
I’m the one you call when you need that good ganja |
Uuuuuh |
Inhale, exhale, fucking right I love it |
I got murder munchies, I’ll die without chicken McNuggets |
Used to buy bags, now I bring it back in buckets |
The fuck is this a seed? |
My nigga, you must be bucking |
I don’t smoke less than OG Kush bitch |
Y’all boys smoking on that bull shit |
Probably ain’t even coughing off none of that |
If I was you, I wouldn’t even much none of that |
Can’t even smell it when it’s burning, that’s that lil boy shit |
I’m a grown man, I don’t smoke with lil boys bitch |
Super Sour Mix with that cookie |
Veteran lungs since day one, I’ve never been a rookie |
Plain RAW papers, or RAW paper cones |
If I add a styrofoam cup I ain’t gon' make it home |
I’m just saying I’m so gone, I don’t even know where I’m suppose to be at |
How the fuck we suppose to be sober when Mary Jane everywhere we at |
Cookie smoke in the air, there’s police everywhere |
Yeah I smoke where I want, now I don’t really care |
Will I share? |
I don’t know |
If I’m down? |
I’m in town for a week |
Let’s go half on that pound, yeah I only want that loud |
Yo, we don’t make a sound that ain’t good |
No swishas, no woods, bong hits if we could |
Roll another one, think we should |
You can smell it through the bag |
I made it killing off the wax, so wanna take another dab? |