letra de vices - gaea labelle
[intro]
into me (yeah)
be spiritually (yeah)
into me
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[bridge]
roll me another one
we got the granddaddy purp and some bubblegum
top gun pointed only at the top shelf
pop the necks off
tip her over the bar
lips soft, slips off her top
left lip gloss
when we criss crossed our lips
’cause we exhaust the hints
and often sip enough to sin
and get p-ssed off
b-tch keep talking sh-t
get lit then fl!cked off
[chorus]
i need your energy
it’s entity
you’re into me
mentally and physically
we could be, spiritually
but don’t waste your spirit on me
yeah, i need your energy
it’s entity
you’re into me
mentally and physically
we could be, spiritually
but don’t waste your spirit on me
[verse]
i remember back then
used to hang with my kin
and a few friends
curfew never end
it was way past ten
now let the clock back spin
woke up from the blue dreams
it was only a phase that didn’t last, laugh
now i’m sitting reminiscing on days
i used to ask for the blunt
to spark some confidence
it don’t make no sense
amazed how the haze can bring me competence
for a dime some cents well spent on a gar
break it up, no stems
light up in the car, cherry up, no tints
passengers in, puff pass to a friend
match one on the dash and ash in a can
now bask in the wind
mind blown
i’m in another time zone
catching up with my sins
on the ride home
but i still drive slow
don’t know where to end
and i still don’t know where i stand
i know the white wings will bless me again
and i know to repent
but i’m way too high, though
and my mind froze and my eyes closed
considering which way i should go
i’m still in the mood, i got high hopes
but i’m looking for the moon
while the tide’s low
low key it’s irrelevant
i’m h-lla bent acting like the weed is heaven scent
amen
not a princess, but a chief
put the blunt down
i’m still the same ol’ g-a-e-a
[chorus]
i need your energy
it’s entity
you’re into me
mentally and physically
we could be, spiritually
but don’t waste your spirit on me
[bridge]
roll me another one
we got the granddaddy purp and some bubblegum
top gun pointed only at the top shelf
pop the necks off
tip her over the bar
lips soft, slips off her top
left lip gloss
when we criss crossed our lips
’cause we exhaust the hints
and often sip enough to sin
and get p-ssed off
b-tch keep talking sh-t
get lit then fl!cked off
[outro]
into me
be spiritually
into me
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