King Coffee - Thank You Dean Blunt Lyrics

Comin off that acid trip
I feel like ice i'm bout my drip
I'm not on that conscious tip
God still don't know consciousness
Here sit down and hold my spliff
Feel that smoke like kali's kiss
The gold will turn your soul to mist
That tar burns slow your soul is missed
The seasons bring back ghosts n shit
The cold is what they bring as gifts
The gold will turn your soul to mist
That tar burns slow your soul is missed
The seasons bring back ghosts n shit (bring it back, bring it back)
The cold is what they bring as gifts (take a hit)

You the type to lay your hands on a bitch
I'ma say a couple words and then i'ma take her quick
If she lame i wont even a lay a hand on a chick
Make her roll my spliffs then i'll tell her take a trip
Wont cuff a bitch (never cuff a bitch)
Unless she makes me rich (yeah)
Unless she makes me rich (real rich)
If she a lame i wont say a word to a chick
Just get her with a look then i'll slip in then i'll dip
You the type to lay your hands on a bitch
I'ma say a couple words and then i'ma take her quick
If she lame i wont even a lay a hand on a chick
Make her roll my spliffs then i'll tell her take a trip
Wont cuff a bitch (never cuff a bitch)
Unless she makes me rich (yeah)
Unless she makes me rich (real rich)
If she a lame i wont say a word to a chick
Just get her with a look then i'll slip in then i'll dip

Moonlight slippin in my crypt
I'm sippin, potion drippin from my lips
Villain posted on a throne with a succubus
Gold tones even when the room aint lit
Midas made it part of my wrist
Flashin i'll put your heart in arrest
Bright lights, blink but i dont miss
Gold tones your soul to mist
Gold tones, your soul is missed