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letra de indica & sativa - danté swing

(verse 1: phi7)
on the other side of sativa
i roll up, and take a breather
travel with lucy but never leave her
the dab look like golden retriever
i hit three and forget to meet you
inhale
feel like terrell owens
wide open
i’m chokin’
finally find there’s no reason to keep my eyes open
the keef was a surprise, this b-tch potent
ight hold up (hold up)
ight i’m back
this joint smack
i can feel the rhythm in the track
i might tap
i can see the ending, just relax
i kick back
i can hear my heartbeat as it taps
i think, jupiter moons swoon to my ear through bass
the inhabitants watch us all run a rat race
in fact, pace
it’s a concept of time, which means
the only everlasting thing is my rhymes you see
(verse 2: danté swing)
indica badu sh-t
heard that sh-t f-ck up your world (world)
had me feelin’ like i’m bout to f-ck bricks out my girl (girl)
had me feelin’ like the king of all humans and squirrels (
i’m back, wiggidy wack, let me bring it right back, n-gga
sativa
tell that girl that i see her
had me all up in my feelings like i heard some aretha
anita, i need ya
suck my d-ck like aresha
got me callin’ out my ex’s like i’m august alsina (oo)
yeah
let me gone and do my dance
let me gone and kiss that p-ssy
let gone and l!ck that ass
said you wanna do it dirty
let me show you how to smash
said you feeling really h-rny
b-tch you smoked up all my gas
got d-mn
with your freaky ass, don’t know how to act
lay back
we gon smoke a stack
while you clean my gat
we not the same, you lames rollin’ with chump change
big gains
cheesin’ with these b-tches
smokin’ new strains
(verse 3: jay cevon)
breathing in fresh life as the wind blows
blowing on fresh trees gets your skin glowed
lotion for the ashiness, a n-gga love my skin tone
i mean who don’t
just look at who the culture depend on (facts)
i rode strong, breathing
easing
jumping off the deep end, through the weekend
with a bad little b-tch, who love the weekend
smoke trees with your drugs every season
don’t give her no reason, for me she do trees and
sative to indica break it down
piano to guitar we makin’ sounds
b-tch in the kitchen she throwing down
bob her head up
up and down
up and down
up and down
up and down
oh
sative to indica break it down
piano to guitar we makin’ sounds
b-tch in the kitchen she throwing down
bobbin’ her head up
up and down
up and down
up and down
lets go
(up and down)

- dante swing

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