Kush Coma Lyrics - Old - Danny Brown

Close my eyes, feel like I'm going down 

In an elevator at 90 miles an hour 

And all I see is stars and they coming at me sort of like a meteor shower 

My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy, feeling like I ain't goin' make it 

Cause inside my head's like a firework show in the 4th July in Las Vegas 

Said, I'm trippin', I'm slippin', feeling like I just can't move 

I done took me a couple more pills 

Next thing I know, I'm taking off my shoes 

And I'm on walking on these clouds like marshmallows 

Nodding off, smellin' like rose petals 

Zoning out, two-three like the fiend in hell fire and angel wings 

I'm conscious to that world, connin science 'bout that world 

All these drugs up in me, it's a miracle I ain't mirror Kurt 

I'm numb like a mortician, going dumb with Oakland bitches 

They say you hella boosie, roll a backwood up with them cookies 

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I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back 

It's the blunt after blunt rotation 

Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on vacation 

Kush coma 

I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back 

It's the blunt after blunt rotation 

Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on vacation 

Kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

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Get high, my niggas, smoke kush 

Get fly, my niggas, dope looks 

So many numbers in my phone book 

I could start a motherfucking phone book 

Know all the fly bitches gonna look 

Like I'm on something, tell 'em roll something 

I'm that one nigga, bumping two pots 

Be like three hoes, that's a foursome 

Fuck niggas always want to hold something 

Young hot nigga done froze on 'em 

Went cold on 'em, beat the golds on 'em 

And clothes on 'em, see the hoes on 'em? 

Only fear God, never sold on Him 

Man, I swear to God, put my soul on Him 

Life's a bitch, but she chose on him 

Should've died in Hell, but I rose on 'em 

In big shades, fuck the hypocrites, die 

Time let the tats, for the tick, tock 

Clocks on the wall, fuck your wristwatch 

Pause, let it stop, hope we get by 

Bye when I zoom, let it vroom 

'Bout a hundred goons with a fume, better let it [?] 

A hundred miles an hour on the booth, better let it loose 

A hundred by the sour, molly, flower, and they love the shrooms 

That's real rap, I'm stating facts 

Contradictions, can't take it back 

Mommy's stripping, make it clap 

In a kush coma, finna take a nap 

I'm out 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

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Half asleep with that cotton mouth 

Weed grow house on plantation 

Nuggets the size of Rakim rings 

Got my head looking like a fatality screen 

Got my mind drippin' 

Gotta get away from all this bullshit in my way 

Knowing goddamn well when the high go away 

Same shit gon' be still in my way 

I'm a slave to the sticky icky 

So nigga roll somethin wit me 

Been smoking blunts since high school 

Now look at all the bullshit I been through 

Wanna pass out, but we stayin up 

Nigga gotta keep one eye open 

Cause nigga ain't tryna miss the next turn 

Nigga roll up, then we starting smoking 

I'm smoking on that ocho, got my mind on that cosmos 

Sippin' on that purple, got a nigga in slo-mo 

Dipping in that molly, feel like I'm doing 100 on a Harley 

Tell your baby mama sorry, that was one night and please don't call me 

I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back 

It's the blunt after blunt rotation 

Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on vacation 

Kush coma 

I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back 

It's the blunt after blunt rotation 

Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on vacation 

Kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

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Kush coma, I am in a kush coma 

Kush coma, I am in a kush coma