Knawmean - Al Rocco

I'm in amsterdam rolling on this kush

M*******a sauna hot boxing coughing in the booth

Keep it real to the feel while my mind spits the truth

What I'd do if the world turned into a cartoon

I'd assume you and I would look a little colorful

Blast me with a 45 nothing is impossible

While I'm still alive with my rhymes that I spit at chu

Haters gonna hater but homie I ain't mad at chu

Calm my emotions that water down my high

When the Mary comes around everything seems fine

When the high goes down homie pass me the light

Pre rolled blunts on the roll ready to ignite

I'm feeling blessed I confess all alone in the zone

On the bone mind is gone b***hes texting to my phone

Tryna holla back back at me while she rolling w**d

I like her style I like her smile

When she going deep Knawmean

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I go

I go

I go