Brice Haiden - The Islands (feat. Jared Scott) Lyrics

It's 4:20 in the morning
It really is
(It really is)
These islands

I smoke a lot
On the islands
The islands
Oh, I smoke a lot
On the islands
The islands, islands
I smoke a lot
On the islands
The islands, oh man
I smoke a lot
On the islands
The islands oh, oh man

Spark that shit
It's another weed song
Someone call home
We about to be on
That's right
Bitches love me
They love me for my money
I love 'em for they asses
So trust me
I ain't judging
I'm just on my island
Doing everything I wanna
Growin' marijuana
Just for the aroma
I got that type of weed that
Put them bitches in a coma
You don't need a diploma
To get money when you're older
If I could marry Mary
I would probably take the vow
I catch you stealing bud
I'ma have to take you out
I catch you taking money
I'ma sock you in the mouth
That's a big hell nah
To them boys down South, like

I smoke a lot
On the islands
The islands
Oh, I smoke a lot
On the islands
The islands, islands
I smoke a lot
On the islands
The islands, oh man
I smoke a lot
On the islands
The islands oh, oh man

Green crack in my pipe
Blue dreaming
Sick year 'round
Every day flu-season
Worship Mary-Mary
Feelin' like a Catholic
You can hit it homie
Only if you down to pass it
Like, no shit
We keep a roach lit
Live by the ocean
LA to Oakland
Like, no shit
I told you no mids
We on that high-grade
We curing migraines
Like

I smoke a lot
(Ayy)
On the islands
The islands
Oh, I smoke a lot
(Lighter)
(I smoke a lot)
On the islands
The islands, islands
I smoke a lot
On the islands
(These islands, islands)
The islands, oh man
I smoke a lot
(Yeah)
On the islands
The islands oh, oh man