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letra de cannabis in the coal mine - sxmrxxt

[intro]
(yeah!)

[verse 1]
i wake and bake in my boxers
blunt fat like my sponsors
coal mine drip, that toxic
still smell gas in my chakras
she roll deep with her top off
i go deep like a pothole
she ride slow like she lost hope
while i count sins in the charcoal
i got lungs full of prophecy
eyes red like mahadev
bowl pack like economy
still floatin’ in monogamy
f-ck peace, i’m vibin’
ganja got me timin’
i lit a joint at her funeral
now her ghost out here grindin’
they say i’m too high to care (bet)
say that i’m lost in the air (flex)
voices in my head like echo
all say “spark up, don’t let go”
exhale smoke in morse code
even the devil said “whoa bro”
i’m not a man, i’m a myth, hoe
i’m just a god with a zip code
[hook]
cannabis in the coal mine, baked with a gold spine
smoke thick like folklore, breathin’ in a war crime
ash fall on my shoulders, world in a slow grind
eyes roll like chakras, zoned in a dope shrine
coal-black lungs, but the words still goldmine
we the ones who cough blood, still spit a bold line
never been the headline, always was the cosign
lit since the faultline, we the f-ckin’ coal sign

[verse 2]
i sold eighths in the break room
rolled doobs in the restroom
smoked loud in the courtroom
judge high too, we best dudes
(i sold eighths in the break room
rolled doobs in the restroom
smoked loud in the courtroom
judge high too, we best dudes)
my dealer text me “namaste”
his weed be speakin’ parlay
got strains named “bhagavad gita”
pull once, forget yo’ birthday
my b-tch bad, she vegan
but she blow smoke like a demon
we f-ck high in the evening
both blacked out like ceiling
i been coughin’ since tuesday
weed hittin’ like doomsday
paranoid in my tandoor
i see shadows in blu-ray
smoke rings like prophecy
these fumes my biography
can’t tell if i’m real or faded
all i know is i’m elevated
[bridge]
my soul’s a resin drip
my past a rollin’ script
she kiss with thc lips
now i dream in ash and flips
my god got red eyes too
he chillin’ in this hotbox booth
no sin left to confess to
just trees i still get blessed through

[hook]
cannabis in the coal mine, blazin’ through the end times
voice like a ghost tape, bars in my bloodline
roll up the silence, puff on the faultline
we the ones who saw the cracks, still we smoked fine
ashes on the altar, sweat on the gold shrine
we ain’t gods, just ganged up, and f-cked off the whole timeline
no regrets, just gas in the windpipe
still singin’ slow death, one blunt at a time

[outro]
“you lit the match… we made it a temple”
“you mined coal… we smoked it accidental”
“now the mine is empty… but the fire’s mental”
“we never died… we just got transcendental”

- sxmrxxt

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