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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Danny Brown - Kush Coma Lyrics


Close My Eyes, Feel Like I’m Going Down
Then I Elevate At 90 Miles An Hour,
And All I See Is Stars And They Coming At Me
Sort Of Like A Meteor Shower

My Forehead’s Sweaty, My Eyelids Heavy,
Feeling Like I Ain’t Goin’ Make It
Cause Inside My Head’s Like A Firework Show
In The 4th July In Las Vegas

Said, I’m Tripping
I’m Tripping,
Feeling Like I Just Came Up,
I Done Took Mer A Couple More Pills

Next Thing I Know, 
I’m Taking Off My Shoes
And I’m On Walking On These 
Clouds Like Marshmallows

Nodding Off, Smelling Like Rose Petals
Zoning Off, Two-Three Like 
The Theme In Hell Fire And Angel Wings
I’m Conscious Of That World, 

Gone Insane ’Bout That World
All These Drugs Up In Me, 
It’s A Miracle I Am Here A
I’m Not Like A Mortician,

Going Down With Oakland Bitches, 
They Say You Hella Bougie
Rolling Back All Of Them Coupes
I’m Smoking, Back To Back, 

Back To Back, Back To Back
It’s The Blunt After Blunt Rotation
Now I’m In A Kush Coma Off The OG Aroma
And My Brian Going On Vacation

Kush Coma
I’m Smoking, Back To Back, Back To Back, Back To Back
It’s The Blunt After Blunt Rotation
Now I’m In A Kush Coma Off The OG Aroma

And My Brian Going On Vacation
Kush Coma
Kush Coma, I Am In A Kush Coma
Kush Coma, I Am In A Kush Coma

Kush Coma, I Am In A Kush Coma
Kush Coma, I Am In A Kush Coma
Kush Coma, I Am In A Kush Coma
Kush Coma, I Am In A Kush Coma

Kush Coma, I Am In A Kush Coma
Kush Coma, I Am In A Kush Coma
Half A Sleep With That Cotton Mouth
Weed Roll House On Plantation

Look Inside Of My Gem Ring
Get My Head Looking Like Fake Titan Screen
Get My Mind Dripping
Gotta Get Away From All This Bullshit In My Way

Knowing God Damn Well When The High Go Away
Same Shit Gonna Be Still In My Way
I’m A Slave To This Flithy
So Nigga Want Somethin’ Wet In It

Been Smoking Blunts Since High School,
Now Look At All The Bullshit I Been Through
Wanna Pass Out, The Weed Fading Off
Nigga Gotta Keep One Eye Open

Cause Nigga Ain’t Tryna Miss The Next Turn
Nigga Roll Up, Then We Starting Smoking
I’m Smoking On That Ocho
Got My Mind That Cosmos

Spitting On That Purple
Got A Nigga In Slo-Mo
Dipping In That Molly, Feel Like 

I’m Doing 100 On A Harley
Tell Your Baby Mama Sorry,
That Was One Night And Please Don’t Call Me



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