Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aviation (disco weed) , by - Remi. Release date: 24.07.2014
Song language: English
Aviation (disco weed) |
| Smoke! |
| Smokin' it up |
| You see we smoke, yeah, we smokin' it up |
| You see we smoke, smoke, come on |
| I’m all about the green, give me your biggest quantity, boy |
| See me tripping, getting Virgin Velocity points |
| I’m a frequent flyer without even hopping on a Boeing |
| I’m just high off the weed growing |
| In all the homes that I’ve been visiting, uh |
| Yeah, I get lifted with fans, from homies in WA to Sydney, man |
| 'Cause no matter where you reside, we all get stressed |
| So to forget, we smoke sess, 'cause ignorance is bliss |
| So we get twisted by twisting bomb spliffs |
| 'Til we’re out of the system |
| And all of our blank accounts and stanky houses |
| Have smoke-bombed out of existence |
| And I know there’s a limit, I just wish I could see it |
| I know it’s because I’m young and I’ve been ADHD-ing |
| You know, going 'carpe diem', I wanna be the black James Dean |
| That’s why I squint just like he did off weed and |
| If you motherfuckers feel high tonight |
| Knowing you probably shouldn’t drive tonight |
| And you’re entranced by the joint glowing oh so red, man |
| Same colour as the devil that’s up in your head, then |
| We get lifted and throw it on cruise control |
| (Control, should give me a whirl, I’m 'bout to control) |
| So when shit gets real, we chill for a minute |
| (We roll up, yeah, we roll up) |
| We get lifted and throw it on cruise control |
| (Can't control, we can’t control, so) |
| We keep our foot on the pedal, need to ease it up sometimes |
| (Ease up, yeah baby, ease up) |
| So to my people state to state, smoke something |
| If you wanna escape, then just smoke something |
| If you’re inclined, then just smoke something |
| If you wanna get high, just smoke something |
| And to my people state to state, smoke something |
| If you wanna escape, then just smoke something |
| If you’re inclined, then just smoke something |
| If you wanna get high, just smoke something |
| To me, getting elevated is inevitable |
| Down for whatever, whether it’s joints or edibles |
| I got the ANZAC cookies full of hash, so delirious |
| While I’m listening to the Robert Glasper experience |
| Some say that weed is sacrilegious, I call bullshit |
| The weed sacks my religion, I give it my mind, body and soul |
| Til I’m out of control now |
| Tell me how is that any different to your Jesus or your G.O.D. |
| I’m getting G.O.N.E. |
| off of THC |
| It’s heavenly, right? |
| Smoke just to shut off like every night |
| Seriously, man, I need it prescribed |
| 'Cause yes, I use it as Valium |
| My brain keeps firing like battalions |
| But I need a rest every now and then |
| So I hit the hay, homies call me the stallion |
| 'Cause I smoke until I’m hoarse, yeah |
| Weed’s got my endorsement, Tally-Ho packets all torn, yeah |
| That’s a reference for all my real smokers |
| Where my real smokers at? |
| (Come on) |
| We get lifted and throw it on cruise control |
| (Control, should give me a whirl, I’m 'bout to control) |
| So when shit gets real, we chill for a minute |
| (We roll up, yeah, we roll up) |
| We get lifted and throw it on cruise control |
| (Can't control, we can’t control, so) |
| We keep our foot on the pedal, need to ease it up sometimes |
| (Ease up, yeah baby, ease up) |
| So to my people state to state, smoke something |
| If you wanna escape, then just smoke something |
| If you’re inclined, then just smoke something |
| If you wanna get high, just smoke something |
| And to my people state to state, smoke something |
| If you wanna escape, then just smoke something |
| If you’re inclined, then just smoke something |
| If you wanna get high, just smoke something |
| We get so high, me and my guys are pilots |
| On the red-eye flight, the red-eye flight |
| Just call me Captain Remi |
| We get so high, me and my guys are pilots |
| On the red-eye flight, the red-eye flight |
| Just call me Captain Remi |
| It’s aviation (And just call me Captain Remi) |
| It’s aviation (And just call me Captain Remi) |
| It’s aviation (And just call me Captain Remi) |
| It’s aviation (And just call me Captain Remi) |
| Call me Captain, call me Captain Rem |
| Said, call me Captain, call me Captain Rem |
| Disco, disco, disco, disco |