Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ventilation, artist - The Alchemist. Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ventilation |
| White carpet in my star face house |
| No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse |
| My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough |
| To the front door like a piece of carrying her own |
| Always financially she don’t need me |
| She is just in love with a real nigger continuously weedin |
| At my under closed location my grow space is reading up on vintage V12 engines |
| and the greatest strains this season |
| and I grind for that very reason |
| the toxic air that I’m breathin a leave an average man weakened |
| watermarks still on the houses as I drive by |
| crack the soundproofs let a cloud out it |
| trill shit |
| Next time I vacate I’m bringing all my cars on a plane with me |
| Lor' see the same we gonna make it an' show our folks how to make them millions |
| Grapplin' hooks scaleing the building rap with no hooks I’m high hows you |
| feelin' |
| Captin hook wild’n in the ceiling though no stealin that shit heard I know the |
| feeling |
| these niggas a borrowin yo style like you wasn’t about to go do nuttin with it |
| That’s why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy |
| and people I ain’t got to name cuz they was probly here gettin high wit me |
| If you don’t know where to put it at than I’ll ride wit it |
| There I try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city |
| In the heart ain’t no love or no pity |
| Looking for charity that dog don’t hunt don’t come in the woods with it |
| (Jet life) |