| A yo put my lucky bamboo in the corner
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| Yeah that’s good and light the incense the vanilla one
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| Yeah and slide the goldfish over here they bring me wealth
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| Hold up, slowed up, couple dope chicks when we showed up
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| They want to kick it with my breezy clique
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| I’m only rockin' with them if they in the Stevie Nicks
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| They was with it, frequency off the meter
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| Cop the reefer then we took them to auntie Maria’s
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| And we rollin' while we smokin'
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| He said this shit gon have you coastin'
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| I started laughing is you jokin'
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| Boy I be tokin' you ain’t never see me chokin'
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| Uh, now we dozing on the potion
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| And I done took Frank up out the ocean
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| Uh, you know I roll that fatty perfectly
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| Make it purply in my nursery
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| And all my paper planes boarded
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| Distorted on the strain that they imported
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| Smell the orchids, see in my orbit
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| Vibes never die they are only transported
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| Ay, and I’m just on my Feng Shui
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| Give a damn what a muthafuckin' hater got to say
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| And I’m just on my Feng Shui
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| And we live from a cloud of kush
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| I was puffing on that loud and you a sour puss
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| Been on my indie I don’t need a push
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| And I ain’t no disciple but I burn the bush
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| Rhyme garden, mind sharpen
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| Mining cause there’s diamonds in this fine jargon
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| From a cubby on the subway to gettin' props from the popular it’s so lovely
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| Runway just a Monday it ain’t the bubbly it’s the Feng Shui
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| Yes I be aesthetically fresh abundantly blessed
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| And I’m passin' blunts to the left
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| And tell Ab to bring the backwoods
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| I ain’t into swisher no more, that shit is that good
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| And we ain’t even gotta act hood
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| Speaking abstract to the facts the way that rap should
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| Take a pull we make these hood blocks
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| Turn into a new age Woodstock
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| Cause you know that older wild stinky
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| Girl you so pretty when your eyes chinky
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| Flight school grad it’s a celebration
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| For all my dedication to this aviation
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| Face like uh oh when the weed runnin' low
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| Cop me so more and don’t fuck up my flow
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| Cause I know the whole team got to blow
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| And I don’t love these hoes blowin' O’s at my show
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| All up in my grill like where you been at
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| Man I’m all up in my chill like where your zen at
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| It’s just the people that I came with
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| People that I change with it’s all how you arrange it
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| Ayo where my crystals at
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| I gotta recharge my crystals B
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| Let’s do beige in the northeast you know earth tones
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| All white in the west get my creativity up
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| And no mirrors in the south none whatsoever
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| It’s bad chi respect the Feng shui man
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| What up Ski |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feng Shui, artist - Nitty Scott. Album song The Art of Chill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп