Dopetrackz – Kush Theoriez Lyrics

[Chorus One:(x1)]

Watchin' the whole world
Movin' in slow motion

Smokin' kush think my thoughts
Then I'm coastin'

Ridin' thru the city lights
Blunt lit

Gettin' high
Behind mob tint

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

[Verse 1: Dopetrackz]

I'm on my level
Gettin' tempted by the devil

Smokin' several swisha sweets
Rolled perfectly by a rebel

Known to mash
On the gas pedal

Comin' round that corner
Like I'm runnin' for a medal

Kush in my lungs
Money on my mind

Got the world waitin' on me
But I lost time

Why the police lookin' at me
Like I did a crime?

For mistakes commited
In another lifetime
Yeah…
Shit get deep

Ridin' thru the city
Late nite can't sleep

Got me thinkin'
F*ck you pay me

You got the money
You can beat the case like Casey

Just like Brenda
Casey had a bay bee

Yeah, just another sad
Case see

The world goin' crazy
Askin' God to save me

Tryin' to reach em'
Smokin' kush daily

[Chorus Two:(x1)]

Watchin' the whole world
Movin' in slow motion

Smokin' kush think my thoughts
Then I'm coastin'

Ridin' thru the city lights
Blunt lit

Gettin' high
Behind mob tint

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'

But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

[Verse 2: Dopetrackz]

What if dope boyz
Were politicians?

Everybody free
Survival of the fittest

F*ck money
My mind got all the richest

It's just me and Mary
F*ck all you other b*tches

What if Obama
Was really down with Osama

And back stabbed em'
Well shit that's just bad karma

I'm just tryin' to holla
At that farmer

Growin' that marijuana in the back of the field
Like there ain't no tommorow

And tell em' I wanna smoke
His best crop, yeah!

That burnin' bush
On that mountain top

Have a convo
With the man up top

Ask him why
My dawg got locked?

Ask him why
My other dawg turned cop? (yeah)

Sh*t soundin' like a song
From B.I.G and Pac (yeah)

Tryin' to cope
With swisha sweets and Ciroc

Like f*ck it
I'ma let the beat drop

[Chorus Three:(x1)]

Watchin' the whole world
Movin' in slow motion

Smokin' kush think my thoughts
Then I'm coastin'

Ridin' thru the city lights
Blunt lit

Gettin' high
Behind mob tint

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

These ain't nothin'
But my kush theoriez

[Outro: Dopetrackz speaking]

I'm on my level

I'm on my level

I'm on my level

Gettin' tempted by the devil

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