indooR interludE – A-Reece & Jay Jody (feat. Saul Madiope)
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Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven
(Who’s that smoking on my indoor) Let’s get high tonight Touch the sky tonight High-iya-iya
(Who’s that smoking on my indoor) Relax your mind tonight Just be mine tonight High-iya-iya
You already know, you already know Smoking on the dro’, smoking on the dro’ You already know, you already know Smoking on the dro’ and I’m spinning slow
(Who’s that smoking on my indoor) Yeah, let’s get high tonight Touch the sky tonight Yeah, relax your mind tonight Touch the sky tonight
Never had to say I’m back cause I would never leave My weed is more expensive than the sneakers on your feet Hitting that reefer, it’s sending me straight to heaven Jose Quervo runneth over, spilling on my jeans I pour the rest onto the ground I’m yelling rest in peace We going up for all the niggas buried underneath I had to set the scene, I bet they know me out in Tel Aviv Don’t believe the hype you read on twitter feeds Life is sweeter than a daiquiri Her body looking like a piece inside a gallery Keep it a hundred, you can spare me all the flattery They tryna block my shine, throwing shade like a canopy So many strains I’m feeling like a flower gatherer You ain’t smoking if you smoking with the amateurs Be grateful if you catch me smiling for the cameras I’m heath ledger cause I’m never out of character
(Who’s that smoking on my indoor) Let’s get high tonight Touch the sky tonight High-iya-iya
(Who’s that smoking on my indoor) Relax your mind tonight Just be mine tonight High-iya-iya
No cutting corners I went the nine yards Reward myself with wine inside a Libbey Vineyard Feelin’ on her body kiss the on the nice part What a predicament, she’s got me in her tight spot I paint pictures not because I studied fine arts I’m painting a picture cause she’s visualizing my bars, I’m by far The most celestial I never get pressed, I’m presidential (uh) Henny my poison cause I’m a ill nigga Yeah… winter baby so I’m a chilled nigga They keep shooting at Us, like Jordan Peele nigga Do it till you’re sick of me I hope you never heal nigga Don’t be smoking on my indoor, outsider You & I are not the same, I’m an Outlier I need space meaning I’m tryna be home buyer Cash wires, bank notes, the whole choir
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven Smoking that reefer sending me straight to heaven