Promethazine slides in like purple velvet handcuffs. One twenty-five milligrams pill or a lean-laced sip, and your brain drowns in antihistamine syrups. X hours of heavy-lidded nod. Colors soften, worries evaporate, and you're floating through the couch like a ghost in slow motion. H1 receptors shut the lights

I feel the lean kicking in, baby, she missing me

She told me that she miss me, and I know she's serious

She ain't never worried 'bout the ride we wheeling in

Anytime I'm feeling down, she feeling it

'Cause she my twin, ba-baby, you get the ring

And anytime she find my lean, she throw it in the bin

Long, long day, I'm like, "Where's my medicine?"

She saying, "Boy, do you think you're American?"

I feel the lean kicking in, baby, she missing me

She told me that she miss me, and I know she's serious

She ain't never worried 'bout the ride we wheeling in

Anytime I'm feeling down, she feeling it

Deep in my feels, tell my youngin', "Go drill"

Come back with a hat 'cause you know you know the drill

Give my lady pipes, she get the stainless steel

I'm pouring lean, baby, just for the feel

All my **** pop it, watch it lock up in the pot, yeah

I don't take no shots, I got a magnum in the sock, yeah

Running up a bag, I just paid 'em for the drop, yeah

Running up a bag with my ****, watch it lock, yeah

I feel the lean kicking in, baby, she missing me

She told me that she miss me, and I know she's serious

She ain't never worried 'bout the ride we wheeling in

Anytime I'm feeling down, she feeling it

She feeling it

Oh, I feel the lean kicking in