FLEAU - INDICAH (feat. Neem, Rob Buck & Kermode Zay)

That's sick
Like how I get when I quit
Smoking, or with a scratchy throat and the nose blowing
I don't know man
Guess I'll keep going
Guess I'll keep going
Guess I'll keep going
My pupils they be dilating
Why you always violating
Psychedelic migrating
The Lucy got me vibrating
Nike socks 'n' the Waffle sneakers
Psyche cleansed with a JBL speaker
Wonder what it's like out in South Korea
I want Combos man, fuck a Belvita
I'm breathing with every plant in the universe in unison
I'd burn with Ulysses S. Grant but he a fucking hooligan
What time is it?
It's only one o'clock, y'all trying to bool again?
Hold up and wait just gimme a min
Make sure I ain't looking like a fool again
Hit the foliage yeah watch the sunset
Snap a pic so I don't forget
Got an OG -age hiding up my sleeve
I'mma snap your bitch while I bump Four Tet
That tarmac on Niagara be burning on my feet
I got that Eau Claire airflow circulating
Agua taste so sweet (ah)
Why ain't you living?
Yeah my memory's vivid
Why this shit make you livid boy?
You look like a pigeon, a clown and a half you are
With your sorry ass beats
Going to town on a half
Then she get freaky in the sheets
I'm from Milwaukee
Where the hoes colder than the Winter
Bitches see you ain't right
They flipping sides just like a switch hitter
Ray Lewis, I'm a big hitter
Yao Ming, I'm a big stepper
No clown shoes, everywhere I walk
These bitches on my feet looking lemon pepper
Snow falling all around everywhere I walk like I control the weather
Getting to the bag, you know we scheming
Roddy Ricch, balling every season
Drop a fire ass verse then go drive off in a Demon
I switch the fleau up after eight bars
Don't even need a reason, like I'm from Memphis
Got ambition for the cash
I only get behind the wheel if there's two hundreds on the dash
She gave me top while I'm driving
I think she want me to crash
Pass her off to the homie
Get the assist like Steve Nash (Oh)
Or maybe Messi or Mbappé
Turning up, going gorillas in the booth
RIP to Harambe
She seeing how I'm balling, she think I'm looking like a cash cow
Talking about we and shit
You speak French now?
Tous les jours de la semaine je trouve l'argent
Je l'ai collectionner depuis j'étais un enfant
Dans le stu avec mes mecs nous fumons beaucoup d'herbe
Quand j'approche le micro tous les bouches sont fermes
You know it's lit
Like how I get when I hit the fucking blunt, yeah that shit smoking
throat be soaring, lungs are choking, heart is broken
I don't know man
Better keep floating
Gotta keep toking
You know I stay smoking
Holes in my pockets, yeah my wallets always in pain
Tripping, meeting higher powers, I been popping again
Just a little fungus plunges some funk up into your brain
When will I stop geeking? Never man, I'm going insane
Another Saturday, all the way in the couch like indica
I haven't smoked today, but now I'm on my way, I'm in the car
Anniversary of four years, university so who you are
Must be decided right? Because it's time for you to move along
When I quit smoking I get sick (it's like)
It's like my lung don't fuck with oxygen (it's like)
It's like my body start to miss the smoke (it's like)
Like when you hate her but you miss her though
Somewhere someone's out there trapping them slabs and casting slugs
So we can get the shit they handle in labs with plastic gloves
But we in need of a pack, so get the gat and do the deal for me
I can't imagine what the trapper's going through for me
They're tearing up the projects for the drugs and the spoils
But then they're burning rainforests to produce palm oil
And they put that shit in everything
Do you know the lives it took to get the diamond in your wedding ring?
So what's the problem throwing money to the drug trade?
The world is run by dirty corporations anyway
So smoke your shit and do your deals and carry on I guess
From watching us I bet that god need a psychiatrist
That's sick
Like how I get when I quit
Smoking, or with a scratchy throat and the nose blowing
I don't know man
Guess I'll keep going
Guess I'll keep going
Guess I'll keep going

Written by:
Isaiah Gengembre, Kermode Zay, Robert Buckley

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