"It's 106 miles to Chicago
We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes
It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses"
"Hit it"
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nicotine
The weed is taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
I'm sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid to take flight
I've seen like ten of them
And they all say it's on sight
I got like many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't f*ck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
I got no time for the bullshit yes I'm saying Olé
Got no time for depression doctors visits each day
Everybody got a lesson but who's really okay?
Everybody got up walls the carpenter staying paid
I pop a pill then another and I start to obey
Never seem to have a rubber risking kids when I lay
Want the green, no flubber
RIP to Patch Adams
Shampoo with Papatui
Smell like Black Adam
Rambo with the shots
Curry from the distance
Cruise on a mission
Achieve new kinds of fission
Split it then I flip it
Like a brick I'm solid
Hit a lick off the Harley
Hit the spliff Bob Marley
Breathe
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nicotine
The weed is taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
I'm sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid to take flight
I've seen like ten of them
And they all say it's on sight
I got like many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't f*ck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
"The pot party. The trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
But everything that goes up must come down
Now facing another school day he finds the same problems, the same responsibilities"
Dante Spence - Trance Lyrics
Dante Spence - Trance Lyrics
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"It's 106 miles to Chicago
We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes
It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses"
"Hit it"
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nicotine
The weed is taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
I'm sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid to take flight
I've seen like ten of them
And they all say it's on sight
I got like many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't f*ck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
I got no time for the bullshit yes I'm saying Olé
Got no time for depression doctors visits each day
Everybody got a lesson but who's really okay?
Everybody got up walls the carpenter staying paid
I pop a pill then another and I start to obey
Never seem to have a rubber risking kids when I lay
Want the green, no flubber
RIP to Patch Adams
Shampoo with Papatui
Smell like Black Adam
Rambo with the shots
Curry from the distance
Cruise on a mission
Achieve new kinds of fission
Split it then I flip it
Like a brick I'm solid
Hit a lick off the Harley
Hit the spliff Bob Marley
Breathe
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nicotine
The weed is taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
I'm sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid to take flight
I've seen like ten of them
And they all say it's on sight
I got like many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't f*ck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
"The pot party. The trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
But everything that goes up must come down
Now facing another school day he finds the same problems, the same responsibilities"
We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes
It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses"
"Hit it"
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nicotine
The weed is taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
I'm sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid to take flight
I've seen like ten of them
And they all say it's on sight
I got like many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't f*ck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
I got no time for the bullshit yes I'm saying Olé
Got no time for depression doctors visits each day
Everybody got a lesson but who's really okay?
Everybody got up walls the carpenter staying paid
I pop a pill then another and I start to obey
Never seem to have a rubber risking kids when I lay
Want the green, no flubber
RIP to Patch Adams
Shampoo with Papatui
Smell like Black Adam
Rambo with the shots
Curry from the distance
Cruise on a mission
Achieve new kinds of fission
Split it then I flip it
Like a brick I'm solid
Hit a lick off the Harley
Hit the spliff Bob Marley
Breathe
Breathe
Feel it, release
Inhaling the nicotine
The weed is taking me
I ride the vibe, feeling high, shit put me in a trance
Till I de-realize and see the eyes, material dance
I'm sweet as M&Ms
And not afraid to take flight
I've seen like ten of them
And they all say it's on sight
I got like many men
Can call me 50 or Mike
Don't f*ck with Diddy trends
Yeah then it's really a fight
"The pot party. The trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
But everything that goes up must come down
Now facing another school day he finds the same problems, the same responsibilities"
Writer: Dante Spence
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