Cash Sinatra - The Intermission lyrics

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Cash Sinatra - The Intermission lyrics

[Verse 1 - Cash Sinatra] Came through the spot like where the bros at Relaxed chillt vibes be my Prozac Chill sh**.. Smoke a L we could build sh** Hot box all the windows you can close that Smoov tunes I deliver like an old Mac But they just listen on the low haters phone tap Shorty asked where 'tron I be sippin' brown till I hit the floor mat But tonight I ain't touchin on the cognac I'm just feelin all the vibes I don't know where my phone at & I don't wanna go back Don't wanna come down Clouds where my soul at I been high since 12 my n***a So much fire the connect said its hell my n***a So up it be miles if I fell my n***a So fried no lie I can't smell my n***a So what you tellin Sober is the enemy & Drinkin is a frenemy n***a don't bring no Hennessy This L long & got a kick like a centipede A red brew, got corona with some grenadine & I need her grown & nasty.. Lady Eloise Smoke a few Ls & buss it open on the center screen Now she takin shots to the head.. call her Kennedy Boy, do I have the munchies.. I'm callin kennedys [Hook] We smokin, we jokin, it's potent we feelin the vibes Shorty just staring she stuck.. Could tell that she high high high My n***as all here & we lit & we feelin' the vibes Take a look at my eyes, my n***a.. im high high high [Chorus] My n***a.. Wtf is we smokin' x4 [Verse 2 - Cash Sinatra] We smokin, it's potent.. We jokin We go like we floatin the oceans I'm scoping the scene She open for trees She fall like debris for the potion Indica, yeah I'm coolin I'm coastin This a full house I'm just lookin for olsens But it's all for the company I ain't a creep, stoner women really lovin' me Kiss on the cheek, that's how I greet em when they come to me Now we totin', we jokin.. It's potent All the snaps that we postin' Front camera we blowin' the smoke in sh**.. All this cannabis, prolly done fried my mind Look at my eyes.. My n***a I'm high high high [Cash Sinatra Chopped & Screwed] I'm blitted.. More loud in my pocket it smell like we lit it I'm high as hell tryn roll a L, like n***a we did it You a stoner ? But you Smokin on Reggie.. You fibbin ya livin

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