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christopher jose - thethought. lyrics

uh
listen

if i could tell a story the way i swerve in a bentley
i’d crash your mind
sign your life
oh lawd please forgive me
you blessed me with a talent
i’m sorry i’m going vicious
i’m sorry i’m loosing light
i’m sorry its so vindictive

i hit it
i think i hit the lotto
i think i found a way to flow
way sicker than vibrato
i shake the hoes down with gelato
that extra sweet
kinds bitter voice
that you love and you all know
woah

that’s chris jose for ya
and i’m coming from the sky
oh my oh my
i hear the voices
in my mind
i told the hustler to shut up
sh+t, i’m just trying to get high
i’m just tryna slow it down
before the end of my time
how many more days up on this h+ll
will i see thе light?
how many more days am i gon spit
straight flames through a mic
it’s like i can’t stop
until i’m tallеr than height
yeah the whole metric system
i’m on top of its wife
woah

table spoons and syllables
i spit crack and venom too
like a bad b+tch on a long broom
she she shake ass, and its all true
i bounce back and i fall through
these loop holes
i called you
with a futile but long ruse
i’m on two for too long boo

i’m stopping while i’m ahead
punch the kid right in his face and leave his body out for dead
sorry dad i’m tripping up
but imma smoke some more weed
i swear it’s gonna calm me down
put the nerves that i feel
into verses in the ground
okay
cop another pack i’m getting high right now
(so high)
smoke another bowl, i wanna fly right now
(i wanna fly)
take another toke, i can’t see the ground
(can’t see it)
burn through the spliff, like i ran the town

cop another pack i’m getting high right now
(oh so high)
smoke another bowl, i wanna fly right now
(i wanna fly)
take another toke, i can’t see the ground
(toke from the bong)
burn through the spliff, like i ran the town

smoking weed to get high again
higher than fly anakin
higher than snoop dogg
in an ambulance
hands on my pants
jeans too baggy
i rock the throwbacks
so baby don’t you hold back
i was moving like i was floating
i work the night shift
sh+t the grave yard
sh+t i play hard
i deserve this blunt
so imma get high
while i sage the park
play the part
my blunt don’t ever cave apart
i’m just getting higher bumping outkast
that rosa parks

marijuana was first discovered in twin falls, idaho, in 1907 by a small polish immigrant by the name of wayne crawlka
the discovery occurred in early may
while wayne was working late in his study one evening, trying to find a shorter route to india

cop another pack i’m getting high right now
(so high)
smoke another bowl, i wanna fly right now
(i wanna fly)
take another toke, i can’t see the ground
(can’t see it)
burn through the spliff, like i ran the town

time and sp+ce

your awareness of time and sp+ce, also becomes confused. things seem to take an unearthly long time, although, much less often, things which should’ve taken a long time, seem to have zipped by in an instant
zipping takes an instant. unzipping seems to take forever

“come on honey. come on”
(grunts)
“shut up!”

- christopher jose lyrics

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