
Date of issue: 30.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goon'n |
Look, before I’m gone |
And while I’m here |
I promised to never |
Live a fucking life of fear |
Promise I’mma give a good fight |
Just might do it right |
Get a fucking insight the beer’s |
Minds in gear, never been the biter |
Of a bullet, where the killer |
Lay it up and pull it |
Ride it to the fullest broke with some |
Mellow out in this bitch |
We gonna be standing here till your hype dies |
A top of a mountain full of proud |
Making all you fuck niggas look bite-size |
The civilized streets made us |
Every day I breath, but I feel like God hates us |
With a little weed to fill the hiatus |
Satisfying greed as we divine faces, face it |
Basically my face to be |
Whoever I say is me make believe |
If I can’t succeed you’re going |
To be the first one to bleed what you take from me |
Cus' I’m reckless nigga sipping of the bottle |
With a death wish nigga |
Waiting for my time, I’m restless nigga |
Real ones at my death time |
Look, it’s golf wang bitch, niggas better stay |
In your lane bitch, smoke a lot to my |
Brain split, MellowHigh bitch I can’t quit |
(Ugh, I can’t quit, Smoke a lot to my brain split, MellowHigh bitch I can’t |
quit) |
Hell yeah, niggah |
This shit amazing |
I can’t belive, it’s like unbelievable amazing |
It’s all fucking mellow high |
I got all the bitches, everything that |
You don’t have, hallowed be thy name |
Every morning is different |
Different mary, same expression |
I see my vision clearer |
Nigga watch who you addressing |
Spilled yoohoo on my shirt |
Looks like balsamic salad dressing |
My professor wanted a thousand words |
I added a thousand weapons The world a stage full of those |
Who reenact the plays I be one of the few |
With ten box seats and never paid to watch you slaves |
Life is what you make it |
And you’re just a maid |
Mellow High, three men, we got weed] |
We niggas with the teamwork |
That’s why these niggas shredded |
We live movies, that’s dreamwork |
Realities be headed, don’t look |
At me with that petty smirk niggas |
Get sucked out no semi-burst |
Bitch, I break your nose and |
Fuck your show, they coming |
To America like I’m Ed from |
L.A. I’m a ghetto star, no |
Drug dealer but I the bars handle bars |
So MellowHigh feel no remorse |
We as fuck, blowing up your cars nigga |