Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wild Herb , by - Jehst. Release date: 12.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wild Herb |
| Fly sh*t |
| My sh*t |
| Who wanna speak |
| To the pilot? |
| I put it down |
| On papyrus |
| I wrote |
| What I wrote |
| So much dope |
| I should buy the boat |
| Now look inside |
| My kaleidoscope |
| I’m back in my zone |
| Tap the iPhone |
| Writing my raps |
| The world pass by |
| Captured in time-lapse |
| Catch your eye that |
| Venus flytrap |
| Watching Iraq |
| Live at the IMAX |
| On the big screen |
| With the popcorn in |
| Kettle black |
| Ain’t that the pot calling? |
| I been shot callin' |
| But still not ballin' |
| My back up against the wall |
| They all forgot to warn him |
| Golden Brown |
| Too many limitations |
| You were not born |
| Into a silver spoon situation |
| It’s kinda ironic |
| All I need is my chronic |
| And some fly sonics |
| I’m a write a rhyme on it |
| A sonnet |
| Built on a foundation |
| So Solid |
| Check the resume |
| I’m mega |
| Man I’m so brolic |
| Broccoli blowing |
| But I’m scheming |
| On some property owning |
| Showing no signs |
| Of the economy growing |
| So sorry |
| But I gotta be going |
| I’m about to jog |
| And see a man about a dog |
| £200 an oz |
| Important plans |
| I’m all about the plots |
| And you’re a mortal man |
| Bow before the lord |
| You’re in the house of God |
| Fly sh*t |
| My sh*t |
| Who wanna speak |
| To the pilot? |
| I put it down |
| On papyrus |
| I wrote |
| What I wrote |
| So much dope |
| I should buy the boat |
| Now look inside |
| My kaleidoscope |
| What up cuzzy? |
| My crib dusty |
| My head fuzzy |
| Give me the microphone |
| Trust me |
| I get gully |
| On the boards |
| I get dubby |
| King Tubby |
| Take ‘em on a Satellite Flight |
| Like Kid Cudi |
| These kids currently living a lie |
| That’s why I’m really struggling |
| To deal with this digital life |
| Sick and tired |
| Of feeling uninspired |
| No privacy |
| Our insecurities |
| Are running riot |
| Never getting an outlet |
| I know there’s a way out |
| Bet |
| I just haven’t figured it out yet |
| I sing the blues |
| Whitey Ford |
| Wishing I could fix it |
| And put it back |
| Like before I was pessimistic |
| But every morning |
| The peng is twisted |
| And every night |
| I’m getting higher |
| Than the level of my penmanship is |
| So even if I’m penny pinching |
| Resort to any hot source of finance |
| Peri peri chicken |
| Crackheads |
| Walking Dead |
| Looking hella gimpy |
| Eyes popping out their heads |
| On some Ren & Stimpy |
| Paying rent’s getting grizzly |
| Bear with me |
| Corrupt f**kers run the city |
| Mayor Quimby |
| Higher powers talking with me |
| Is sort of awesome |
| Kind of like |
| Mork and Mindy |
| Calling Orson |
| Life imitating art |
| What a poor performance |
| They put a Man on the Moon |
| Word to Andy Kaufman |
| Fly sh*t |
| My sh*t |
| Who wanna speak |
| To the pilot? |
| I put it down |
| On papyrus |
| I wrote |
| What I wrote |
| So much dope |
| I should buy the boat |
| Now look inside |
| My kaleidoscope |