Lyrics Misty - Chris Travis

Misty

I be smoking Kush in a all white castle\nFine ass bitch but she give me a hassle\nMy music get weird but I’m getting weirder\nBut I’m still a G so it wouldn’t make a different\nSee I’m the instructor and these niggas just listen\nShouts out to 8-Ball bitch its Space Age Pimpin'\nOn the three point clutch bitch I’m Scottie Pippen\nListen to the sounds as you hear the water drippin'\nFeeling like the moon man\nFive blunts in my hand\nWit' a whole pint of lean fresh from Actavis brand\nNiggas try to take my style but they ain’t brutal, damn\nChris fucking Travis smoking weed sent from Amsterdam\nFuck is you talking 'bout bitch I go fuckin' HAM,\njust to get my bread and I don’t need no fuckin' jam\nBut I be taxing call me Uncle Sam,\nfor my fam or Mr. «Roll-up a Blunt out of Three Grams»\nStill 'bout the city that I’m from, I’m not leaving\nBut still I gotta watch my fuckin' back from these demons\nA I be on the creep cause you know a nigga chief off\nthat strong ass kush that will make your clothes reek\nI be on another level I think I done reached my peak\nIf I’m hungry as fuck I get high and eat a beat\nI got plenty different flows and they all so unique\nI got 20 different hoes and they all fine as me, huh\nSmoking on this weed and it got me high as fuck\nNah, I ain’t paranoid but my brain on a rush\nGoddamn, where I’m at?\nGoddamn, what the fuck? (sigh)\nRoll another blunt, bitch I don’t give a fuck\nWatch me smoke\nAnd watch me choke