Get On Lyrics - Urban Farmer - Berner

Smoke, hold that shit in till you choke 

If you really tryina get on 

Smoke, hold that shit in till you choke 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

And smoke, hold that shit in till I choke 

Yeah they wonder how I got on, see I got on selling dope 

17 with a quarter ounce of coke 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

And smoke, hold that shit in till I choke 

Yeah they wonder how I got on, see I got on selling dope 

17 with a quarter ounce of coke 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

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And smoke, I'm loaded, I feel like I could float 

My finger tips are numb, my finger nails are full of coke 

I'm solid under pressure, ain't now way that I would fall 

This is for them bitches that I fuck on the road 

How you been, tell your friends that, that man is cold 

I'm better yet, I'm on, them z's got me dizzy 

I don't know, how the fuck I got home from my show 

I wake up in my bed, next to 2 chicks I never met 

I'm in France, mixing bubble hash with my cigarettes 

Amsterdam for the day before I fly home 

2 zips of kush got my mind gone 

Mushrooms, I'm gone, everything I needed 

I wake up and I'm drinking, I fall asleep early in the evening 

I ain't leaning, yeah they asking what I'm breathing 

That shit they can't get, 17 reasons for his ass 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

And smoke, hold that shit in till I choke 

Yeah they wonder how I got on, see I got on selling dope 

17 with a quarter ounce of coke 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

And smoke, hold that shit in till I choke 

Yeah they wonder how I got on, see I got on selling dope 

17 with a quarter ounce of coke 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

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I'm faded tryna stay awake, I love the A but I'm really tryina stay away 

They say my name's buzzing crazy when it come to way 

Clip full of carbon bullets flying at the throw away 

Fed cases they don't go away 

They let you dig your own hole, we sold our soul for 100k 

I'm on this yellow, fuck a purple spray 

I wake up in the morning like damn I missed another flight 

I tell the pretty bitch to turn around 

Let me see you popping pick the money up from off the ground 

When it's dry you know I got it popping in a couple towns 

20 pounds, that's 120 thous, I'm really counting money now 

I went from blow money to this hoe money 

I went from hoe money to this show money 

Half a mill in a waterproof duffle, blowing kush out the sun roof 

I'm loving how I really hustle 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

And smoke, hold that shit in till I choke 

Yeah they wonder how I got on, see I got on selling dope 

17 with a quarter ounce of coke 

Yeah I got a few raw, and I'm just tryina get back in my zone 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

Yeah I got a few raw, and I'm just tryina get back in my zone 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

Yeah I got a few raw, and I'm just tryina get back in my zone 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

Yeah I got a few raw, and I'm just tryina get back in my zone 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on 

And smoke, hold that shit in till I choke 

Yeah they wonder how I got on, see I got on selling dope 

17 with a quarter ounce of coke 

Yeah I got a few raw, and I'm just tryina get back in my zone 

Yeah I'm really tryina get on.