Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oxygen, artist - Trademark Da Skydiver. Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oxygen |
| I’m just laid back chilling |
| In the cut like a villain |
| I ain’t smokin' on em phillies |
| Growin' kush by the ounce |
| Put up them 20's and them 50's |
| Took two pulls and then it hit me |
| Like an elevator lift me |
| In the sky I’m so high |
| Looking down on my city |
| I smoke 'til I’m silly |
| In the tellin' with these brisses white |
| Bitches spending greasy |
| Cause them blunts got em busy bro |
| Niggas trying to smoke ahead |
| I’m back like I’m too busy homie |
| You can keep that regiment |
| On the zone off this piffy |
| But I see this world so clearly |
| I’m a stoner sincerely |
| You don’t smoke with me… that’s eerie |
| Yeah my eyes red and watery |
| But I see this world so clearly |
| I’m a stoner sincerely |
| You don’t smoke with me… that’s eerie |
| Just like from my brother |
| Man this weed is so fine |
| I swear Young Roddy trying to kill me |
| So much smoke — need oxygen |
| The weed so fine can’t comprehend |
| Take that puff and hold it in |
| Exhale — blow it in the wind |
| Ah nigga you should too |
| If you knew what this game will do to you |
| Steadily counting benjamins |
| I’m just sitting here trying to win |
| I stay on another level |
| Pull the carboard out and roll em two leaves up together |
| But these niggas can’t do what I do |
| And these bitches can’t go where I go |
| But still they try to follow |
| Sipping clicko out the bottle |
| I live my life full throttle |
| But that weed slowed me down |
| Like brakes on marcila-agos |
| I’m just posted with my motto |
| And we roasted up this shipment that I just got in from tahoe |
| We just smoking and watching movies |
| Feeling like I hit the lotto |
| Little mama lighting up like she addicted to that pyro |
| I’m playing the rear view mirror close |
| I’m ducking from the 5-O |
| These niggas know how I roll |
| New whip with my eyes low |
| I’m smoking on that hydro |
| No choice — but to drive slow |
| I’m flying in the clouds |
| I’m just smoked out chilling |
| Rolling up them goodies |
| Plotting heavy on the millions |