Testo L.A.S.H. - Merkules
Testo della canzone L.A.S.H. (Merkules), tratta dall'album Hunger Pains
All I need is a lighter and some haze
So I can chill, lay back and relax and smoke nice
All I need is a lighter and some haze
It's how I feel, it's a fact, I pass it to the right
All I need is a lighter and some haze
So I can chill, lay back and relax and smoke nice
All I need is a lighter and some haze
It's how I feel, it's a fact, we pass it to the right
Give me a lighter while I write on this page
A fat, dirty motherfucker living life in a cage
My trifling ways have got me nodding off in a daze
So call me insane, it's almost like I'm caught in a maze
I copped the bombest product, chopping off this chronic for days
The shit you got is ok, but dog, it's not all the same
Cause I'm a kush critic, I push that good spinach
You can smell it through the bag before you even look in it
You should buy in bulk, it ain't easy to come by
Everybody want it, so I'm sleeping with one eye
You smoke grammer and you still broke, faggot
And you mad cause your chick look like Bilbo Baggins
Even if the weed's bunk, you're still gonna go grab it
Plus you don't even inhale, you should kill those habits
I'm sorry buddy, I ain't letting it slide
Cause I'm a top notch smoker, you can tell from my eyes
Now I'm smoking while I'm walking down the crossroads
And I'm known to stay around the grass like a lawn gnome
They keep on knocking at my door, but I'm not home
So I'm rolling up with the hands, I'm Luongo
Plus I'm good with the math, it's like a stock broke
You still smoking weed in a can, I brought my bong though
Homie, you can put your swag away
Save it for a rainy day, I never really take a break
I got trees, B, I don't even need friends
I just went and put it on wax, no G Pen
I don't see them, I'm too busy burning one
You say my name and it's like everybody heard it, huh?
My Ma Dukes say I suffer from addiction
But I can go to shit on my own with no prescription
I'm always smoking, but the alcohol is different
And every single time I think I'm about to call it quits, then
Yo, pass that shit, Merk, I ain't even hit it yet
Just trying to kill some brain cells, tell me I'm an idiot
The stress inside my melon, dog, I'm trying to get rid of it
My head is always in a fog, I'm dying just to live a bit
Put it on the paper, then I'm sprinkling the pixie dust
Every day I smoke a quarter, triple A, sixty bucks
Got a bag of pick me ups, ain't nobody sick as us
Next time you kiss your grandma, just remember that she licked my nuts
We smoke good, it's obvious, you can't even front
Look like I'm puking on myself when you hand me the blunt
I got a fully loaded rifle and I'm planning to hunt
These rappers looking at me like they got some sand in they cunt
You smoking on that bunk weed and you trying to brag
Until I come around smelling like a skunk in my bag
And buying that dirt, I only care for the best
And I'mma burn it 'til there ain't no fucking air in my chest
Believe that
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Writer(s): William Fyvie
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