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black-ken & the goldsmith – love blocks out the sun lyrics

[verse 1: black-ken]

i ain’t’ got no reason to hide
i’m three of a kind
i reach for a blunt, then i reach for the sky
you ask me the reason i chief all the time
it’s like asking the reason for being alive
cashing my check, purchase a dime
they live they’re life basic
now we sitting in the hollywood hills like look my n-gga we made it-
back to the hood with a blunt full of smoke just to blow it in they faces
finna have a house party in the white house bas-m-nt-
alcohol, bacardi in the white house bas-m-nt
only bad shorties in the white house bas-m-nt, because-

[hook: black-ken]

gotta get these funds
gotta get these blunts
gotta get geeked up, anything you want –
(your love blocks out the sun)

ima take so much that i feel your love in a codeine cup trying to be someone
(your love blocks out the sun)

ima get get geeked up til’ my face goes numb and i feel that drug and i can’t be touched
(your love blocks out the sun)

ima take two puffs of a little green nug gotta get geeked up before i p-ss that blunt
(your love blocks out the sun)

[verse 2: black-ken]

i’m about to get a crib and a coffin
finna catch that contact
when i drop my project
ima get you out the projects
put you on some prospects
show you why ambition is important
but i try hard, not to be a try-hard
just to get a portion of the pie chart
i’m pouring up on them demons
i’m rolling up and i’m scheming
i’m literally fiending and changing in seasons and came out with nothing to show
go straight to the grow-
like miracles so
i know where to cop it my n-gga let’s smoke
my n-gga let’s choke
you got a dutch?
equipped with a bowl
and i got a spliff if you give me the stoge
how far could we go?
i give you a lift
off of these words from my lips
job ain’t’ paying you sh-t? my n-gga don’t trip
cause life’s beautiful like an acid fix
like a tablet fits
like a m-ssive rip
cause h-ll exists and we may have slipped and fell in it
eating chips off the devil’s shoulders
satan turned me to a stoner
i can tell every time i’m sober
going through h-ll every time i’m sober, trying to get over, well
um, yeah, i hit up the goldsmith, like “crack that sh-ll”
and he be like nah
yo don’t get me wrong, i’m trying to get stoned
but tell me what’s wrong with a bong?
as long as i hit it like gongs, i’m singing this song

[hook: black-ken]

- black ken the goldsmith lyrics

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