Hip Hop BXC
Bradster X & Coop - Marijuana High Vibes (Prod. RP Beats)

::LYRICS BELOW::

Verses written/performed by: Bradster X

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Hook written/performed by: Coop

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Production: RP Beats

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Photo credit:
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Marijuana high vibes
Wise guy, low eyes
Mission on the mic
Blow wide closed minds
I show promise
At least I show signs
You can't find
A single dude to co-sign
My side or no side
My side's the bad side
Need a scapegoat
I'm the bad guy
Can't ride in my ride
Ya know why? I don't drive
No ride
I'm the one you see roadside
Listenin' to "Slow Ride"
Walk where there's no light
Doin' anything I can for a Klondike
Tight like a bowtie
Flow right, ya know why
I own mine
Mother fucker I devote time
Sometimes
I nosedive into low tides
Other times I
Slide through to the goal line
Rhymes like they came from a coal mine
Dirty
No ghostwrite, came from my own mind
Just turned thirty
Sniffin' that fishscale Snow White
Waitin' on a line like load times
Pot knocked me down like a clothesline
So high like I rope climb, have mercy!

Twist it up or pack it
He'll take a smoke

He would help you out but
He's just too broke

He's just a regular who
Wants to get high

He'll do what he has too
Just to get by

I'm not a wizard but peep it
I'm tryna slitheryn yer chamber of secrets
On her knees like she's prayin' for Jesus
Your bitch, she's drainin' my penis
I grind only the finest
To get my mind right
Eyes red to the iris
Twist fine dust, I puff
Sniff stuff, I love
Relax, lie flat like papyrus
Write raps to tight tracks
Side track with night caps
Veer left, on the right track
I take the bike path
Sip Jack and sit back
Slip tabs and drift fast
Pills rattle in the bottle
Shit sounds like Tic-Tacs
Every track I'm slayin' a beast
Alone with headphones
While I'm playin' a beat
Never slack or look back
Brad's playin' for keeps
Hit a joint, at the point
Where the chorus repeats

Twist it up or pack it
He'll take a smoke

He would help you out but
He's just too broke

He's just a regular who
Wants to get high

He'll do what he has too
Just to get by