Hazy Lyrics - Nappy Roots

(I don't know where I'm going 

Like a feather in the air 

Hope the good wind starts blowing 

Send me soaring, unaware) 

(Send me soaring) 

(Whoooa, eh) 

(Send me soaring) 

(Whoooa, eh) 

(Skinny DeVille) 

Yup, I just got back with some Colorado bull 

I got so much, it's like California love 

West coasting, hide in the mud 

So high, like a cloud in the sun 

I'll glide, there's no doubt like when 

Sipping on the serve while I rock it with the hen 

I ain't mad, just we really ain't friends 

It's been a long while, but that was way back when 

Never mind, I ain't trying to reminisce 

I'm living for the minute, I ain't trying to remember this 

Live a while but might talk a lot of shit 

What, bet a hundred bucks, got to back it up quick 

But no luck, boy, I'll bust your lip 

Might look slim, but I ain't no bitch 

Nah, and I ain't that rich 

Keep flashing that cheese and I'll cash your chips 

(Chorus) 

Baby, baby, motivate me 

Call me, text me, like me, hate me 

Baby, we can roll up daily 

Finally, all we got is hazy (x2) 

(I don't know where I'm going 

Like a feather in the air 

Hope the good wind starts blowing 

Send me soaring, unaware) 

(Fish Scales) 

Vegas, Vegas, green know Afghanistan 

Take us, straight up, like Charlie Corses in France 

London, Ashdale, I'm ace-struck to rest trail 

Milledgeville, phone home 

Say, "Who is this?" "Fish Scales!" 

First week in Berkeley, Berkeley to Erskine 

That's UK, not bubble bringer 

Top that, toupee 

Dubai, Nottingham, Waterloo Bay with Miley Grahams 

Nova Scotia in the trailer park, like Auckland braiders to the lost ark 

Yellowstone, wool park, Alabama, we're rich, boy 

Panama, not PCB 

This real yoga, not TCB 

Best IHOP is in Memphis 

Pimp shit's my holidays 

My sun is out of my English muffin 

You surely noticed a difference when I pull a plan that's man as shit 

Social club and her better shit 

My little brand name so Anna chick 

My south side, Baydanal clique 

Raise up, raise up, we all over, raise up 

Cadillac on 80-something 

We too much, can't save us 

(Chorus) 

(Send me soaring) 

(Whoooa, eh) 

(Send me soaring)