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letra de the search - jesse jagz

[hook: jesse jagz]
late at night when my pen gon’ bleed
i look around what a friend gon’ need
a friend with weed is a friend in deed
we pick those sticks and we blend those seeds
i dial up, spend more g’s
inhale then we bend those knees
feel it in the air there’s a gentle breeze
please won’t you let a n-gg- blow these trees?

[verse 1: jesse jagz]
she ain’t even need to speak
her desire spoke
she living out spinning round
like tyre spokes
and through the fire and smoke
she dry and broke
and you could see through her eyes
the entire scope, uh
happened the very minute she woke
she got the feeling she broke
and now she’s looking for bro’s, hoes
she wants a n-gg- that grows
to make her wiggle her toes
and make her feel like a rose
now she’s looking for the finer blokes
who wire notes, for her designer cloaks
and take notes, n-gg-, no made in china coats –
she go coast to coast in steamliner boats, coast
she said life’s a joke:
we all live rich but she still die broke
from the poor to the low to the all-high pope
and i quote the highness has spoke:
“let your mind elope
and light a pipe o’ smoke
mix drinks with egg yolks
and get soaked”
and she said:
“can you teach me to cope?”
the pearls from the oldest oaks –
flows are dope, and nope
i ain’t got the antidote
and i quote
“we’re all just here to find hope
dope” quote with the undernote
the pearls from the oldest oak
flows are dope
uh, yeah

[hook: jesse jagz]
uhhh, yeah, was it this you’re looking for?
uhhh, yeah, this is what this sh-t is for
and when i fall into the sky
i know this old g’s goin’ ride to this
life is a dream but the streets don’t sleep
this is what the f-ck it should be
this’s what the f-ck it should beee
this’s what the f-ck it should beee

[verse 2: dugod]
chei, uh (drags weed) yeah
money on your mind
get your cheddah right
crossing borderlines
we’re all searching for a better life
forced to battle heavyweights
even though we’re featherlight
black gees want to trap cheese
though they never bite, uh
li’l players ball hard for tall broads
even the score boards against all odds
you know we’ve seen this before dawg
we’re small gods
like a wizard, i’m from a place you n-gg-s call oz
my life’s a movie, the star and i act alike
imagination set alight like a satellite
executing dreams, still watching out for parasites
yet i set my sights on visions of paradise
and the queen of the city, my black-brown nefert-ti
she let my pretty fingers, wrap round perfect t-tties
my miss is pretty, she flowing like the mississippi
she a gee, so we bang-bang
no chitty-chitty

[hook: dugod]
right where i’m supposed to be
destiny stands close to me
some live like kings
and so should we
rolling trees, socially
we’re rolling this colombian gold
holy bliss for your body and soul
on the road to where n-body gets cold
lock and load everybody let’s gooo

[verse 3: jesse jagz]
chiuh, now tell me what it is you’re looking for
is it something spiritual or something physical?
something you can see yourself in immaterial?
what? you’re not rocking with the imperial? uh?
baby stare into a mirror yeah
is there something making you feel so inferior?
and let me change, rearrange, your interior
whaa? you’re not rocking with the superior?
and are you looking for something in your previous life
baby, beneath the hype? uh
are you trying to make your features right?
trying to reach the heights
or, looking for love like a preacher’s wife? uh
come on, baby, look inside you
come on, real n-gg- read a book beside you
stop being idle
and calculate what i divide through
it’s multiplied by two what i’ll supply you
come on, baby, let the vibe through
and let this be your weapon; be your bible
and be your rifle if any try to ride you
it will guide you
are you tired of being lied to?

life, are you steady trying to fly through?
are you tired of being so m-th-f-ckin’ tribal?
are you looking for some take you to the sky blue?
tired of the new, are you looking for the vinyl?

[hook: jesse jagz & dugod]
late at night when my pen gon’ bleed
i look around what a friend gon’ need
a friend with weed is a friend in deed
we pick those sticks and we blend those seeds
i dial up, spend more g’s
inhale then we bend those knees
feel it in the air there’s a gentle breeze
please won’t you let a n-gg- blow these trees?

right where i’m supposed to be
destiny stands close to me
some live like kings
and so should we
rolling trees, socially
we’re rolling this colombian gold
holy bliss for your body and soul
on the road to where n-body gets cold
lock and load everybody let’s gooo

- jesse jagz

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