Chris McClenney - American Spirit lyrics

[Intro: Erykah Badu sample] Ohh my my my I'm feeling high My money's gone I'm all alone [Verse 1] I tend to keep it low key But these OGs know me Maybe cuz i roll tree The size of Charles Oakley I spit it so toxic I'm Michael J. Fox sick I'm looking for some logic In the cosmic smokin' chronic But enough with the bullsh** Why isn't the bowl lit? With the cursive I'm a culprit I pack a verbal full clip You know the flow so sick That holy sh** pope sh** Clowns claim they clever But they don't really know sh** No they don't really know sh** [Interlude] Yo Erek D, man what you smokin' on? [Verse 2] I'm smokin' some fire haze That'll keep my high for days I can't deal with the dirt So I'm up in a higher place I'm feelin' some type of way I'm reachin' for kinder days I spit that Melo flow And this that '03 title game Would someone please light the j I'm not feelin' aight today Erek D Tha Gawd And please do not hyphenate [Interlude] No dashes, no dots, capitalize that sh** Treat it like a pronoun Because I'm a pro now Everybody sing the chorus It's about to go down [Chorus]X2 Now please Quit the hissin' f** off with that fuss These other motherf**ers They just ain't like us The sh** we stay spliffin' Hit you like a bus These other motherf**ers They just ain't like us [Bridge]X2 I think spliffin' is my craft now I tend to split it with tabacco I'm makin' fire by the trees Like its a muhf**in' campout [Outro] And we gone, we gone And we gone, we gone And we gone, we gone We gone, motherf**er we gone And we gone, we gone We gone, we gone We gone, we gone We so motherf**in' gone Auyh