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j. sully - stoner music lyrics

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[chorus]

grain grippin’, lane switchin’, paper-plane trippin’ x3
yeah
grain grippin’, lane switchin’, paper-plane trippin’ x3
yeah

[verse 1]

some question where i get my inspiration
i simply tell ’em i’m investigatin’
the possibilities of being different
grain grippin’, lane switchin’, paper-plane trippin’

naw hun i ain’t tippin’, save that for my lady
she “flawless cuts n’ pencil skirts” round town crazy
couple center cuts to fill me up, then i go into the booth
and spit it up from out my guts, to show you what it really do

what a li’l concentration, elevate my mental ‘fore i hit my destination
just a li’l something funky, it’s the freshness fragrance
and i used to be the pushy type, i’m showing patience

if you got it, let me see it, ain’t no need for waiting
if it’s basic i don’t want it, it’s dat gas i’m facing
it’s that signature on the check a n-gg- like me chasing
press something up, push start the whip, and then a n-gg- swayze

[chorus]

grain grippin’, lane switchin’ paper-plane trippin’ x3
yeah
grain grippin’, lane switchin’, paper-plane trippin’, x3
yeah

[verse 2]

mostly that ask how you so cool wit’ it?
i did the math and went to school wit’ it
got focused to focus and master what i do wit’ it
got “nasty“ aggressive but yet and still i’m true wit’ it

who would’a thought, the intensity would come alive within me
double down, i’m a gemi’ so i double up the earnings
i’m sullivan in business, but sully to the fans
you’d think the stick boys was in here way they throwing up they hands

in demand for the next, commands the respect
of the best, so my best is what i give, nothing less
“sativas “when i turn up, “indicas “for the turn down
the homie say he straight, i tap my driver and tell ’em turn round

unless i’m riding solo, then i go see ’em myself
to a degree, i use the tree, to increase my health
no shots for me tonight, just leave the bottle on the shelf
hit the plane, then hit the gas, and watch the tires melt
( as i peel off)

[chorus]

grain grippin’, lane switchin’, paper-plane trippin’ x3
yeah
grain grippin’, lane switchin’, paper-plane trippin’ x3
yeah



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