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cash sinatra - the intermission lyrics

[verse 1 – cash sinatra]

came through the spot like where the bros at
relaxed chillt vibes be my prozac
chill sh-t.. smoke a l we could build sh-t
hot box all the windows you can close that
smoov tunes i deliver like an old mac
but they just listen on the low haters phone tap
shorty asked where ‘tron
i be sippin’ brown till i hit the floor mat
but tonight i ain’t touchin on the cognac
i’m just feelin all the vibes i don’t know where my phone at
& i don’t wanna go back
don’t wanna come down
clouds where my soul at
i been high since 12 my n-gg-
so much fire the connect said its h-ll my n-gg-
so up it be miles if i fell my n-gg-
so fried no lie i can’t smell my n-gg-
so what you tellin
sober is the enemy
& drinkin is a frenemy
n-gg- don’t bring no hennessy
this l long & got a kick like a centipede
a red brew, got corona with some grenadine
& i need her grown & nasty.. lady eloise
smoke a few ls & buss it open on the center screen
now she takin shots to the head.. call her kennedy
boy, do i have the munchies.. i’m callin kennedys

[hook]

we smokin, we jokin, it’s potent we feelin the vibes
shorty just staring she stuck.. could tell that she high high high
my n-gg-s all here & we lit & we feelin’ the vibes
take a look at my eyes, my n-gg-.. im high high high

[chorus]

my n-gg-.. wtf is we smokin’ x4

[verse 2 – cash sinatra]

we smokin, it’s potent.. we jokin
we go like we floatin the oceans
i’m scoping the scene
she open for trees
she fall like debris for the potion
indica, yeah i’m coolin i’m coastin
this a full house i’m just lookin for olsens
but it’s all for the company
i ain’t a creep, stoner women really lovin’ me
kiss on the cheek, that’s how i greet em when they come to me
now we totin’, we jokin.. it’s potent
all the snaps that we postin’
front camera we blowin’ the smoke in
sh-t.. all this cannabis, prolly done fried my mind
look at my eyes.. my n-gg- i’m high high high

[cash sinatra chopped & screwed]

i’m blitted.. more loud in my pocket it smell like we lit it
i’m high as h-ll tryn roll a l, like n-gg- we did it
you a stoner ? but you smokin on reggie.. you fibbin ya livin

- cash sinatra lyrics

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