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PERFORMING ARTISTS
KnowMads
KnowMads
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Johnson
Peter Johnson
Songwriter
Tom Pepe
Tom Pepe
Songwriter
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Songwriter

Lyrics

So light the fire let the smoke rise up If you smoke the gonja then throw ya 5's up Marijuana yes we blaze it up If you smoke the gonja then turn this shit up Let the informer call 911 We smoking blunts to the cops til they numbing they tongue We rolling up in the Rolls Royce Sitting on spinners Sike we chuggin our Mickey's Had chicken nuggets for dinner Uh She look sweet wanna tongue her and twister I ain't talking bout a girl nope I'm talking bout a swisher With a Pound of that fire and an ounce of that super chronic The whole club start to bounce like the supersonics Right now, I'm barely paying my check But when I start to bust a rhyme Kids be breaking they neck (c'mon) Breaking a sweat while I'm sending a text We be standing on the deck like our hits up next We be hitting the cess just to rid us of this stress Take a geeber to the dome feel the weed in my chest and I can't leave her alone she make me feel so blessed Put me back in my zone when I feel hopeless cause Every time I smoke like I'm speaking to God say Every time I smoke like I'm speaking to God I been walking on this road for so damn long I been lost on this road and I can't go home So light the chalice yeah we blaze it up Yo pass it over never gave a fuck Light your fire when we burn it up Knowmadic family says to turn it up GB stands for Gravity Bong I hit 'em daily cause they helped me write half of these songs They say foil and plastic, is bad for your lungs Well one day I'll be rich enough to pack a whole blunt But for now I keep a Gatorade stashed in my backpack Tryna get blazed? Wanna learn? Here pass that Chug it fast or just pour it in the trash Burn a hole in the bottom with a lighter or a match And another in the cap use a pen Make it fat Lay the foil on the top Tap it out with a tack then Fill the bottle up with water grab your sack Find a girl who down to fly Then ya take her to the back Pack the bowl with one hand and the other on the hole Screw the cap on light the weed Move your finger let her go I started hitting them and now I can't stop y'all GBs properly called waterfalls Every time I smoke like I'm speaking to God- Say Every time I smoke like I'm speaking to God- I been walking on this road for so damn long I been lost on this road and I can't go home So light the chalice yeah we blaze it up Yo pass it over never gave a fuck Light your fire when we burn it up Knowmadic family says to turn it up I take a sweet from the box Split it then reach for some pot After it's broken I put the weed in it's spot I hold it open, fold it over start choking As I Weez and I cough Cuz when I reach through this fog feels like I'm speaking to god So I sit awake and talk in the cold of the night If you got a hole in yo life? Then put a bowl in a pipe Cover the carb, get clowned on if you ain't holding it right As Pepe and I board this red eye now our souls are in flight Clear for take-off, ignition lighters up light it up Till you're high as fuck, sinuses are stuffed, And your eyes are drying up Not exactly what they portray on TV It's easy believe me a GB will have you seeing 3D About to OD off blowing trees so high catch a nose bleed I'm a OG with this OE mixing codeine with my OCs Still you wonder why I smoke weed Slowly realize I don't even know me But I KnowMads since 03, so Pepe what you owe me? (Like 5 homie) (No one knows, where we go) Every time I smoke like I'm speaking to God, said Every time I smoke like I'm speaking to God I been walking on this road for so damn long I been lost on this road so I can't go home But every time i smoke like im speaking to god, said Every time I smoke like I'm speaking to God, said I been walking on this road for so damn long I been lost on this road so I can't go home But every time i smoke like im speaking to god
Writer(s): Peter Lee Johnson, Thomas Sullivan Pepe, Thomas Scott Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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