GQ - Island Hideaway lyrics

Intro (ViZion): Yea yeay Yo, what up? This is the #SolAR mixtape Nah nah naoh yea yea, ViZion What? Hook (ViZion): I smoke that tree and I get (high, high) I toke in peace, and think no violence On my island hideaway Verse 1 (ViZion): Little bit of tree, put it in the blunt, little bit of rum, put it in my cup, yea, what? Little bit of sea, little shade from the sun, under coconut leaves, I'm a smoke till it's done Life I'm living is the life they want, 'til the day I'm finished, I'm a roll that bomb Smoke that kief, in a polo suite, under linen sheets, making shorty come Brazilian chick, with a pocket full of pesos, she ain't wanna go home, call from a pay phone Millions rich, boyfriend's got dough, but she love dick in Barbados Cruising on the coast, I take her everywhere that she wanna go I show scenery and she shows me how she drops it low Cruise through the city, and it's complicated, big houses and paling adjacent These streets are getting so mean, but I know that we're all really gonna make it Blue and yellow, blue and yellow, mix it up and I'm getting green Every time I touch this road, I'm dressed so fresh and so clean Hook (ViZion): I smoke that tree and I get high again, high again (high, high) I toke in peace, and think no violence On my island hideaway Verse 2 (GQ): Yea, when I give you that word Stop what you're doing, and hop in the whip, then come over to the crib Let me give you that bird Drinking so much that my vision gets blurred, sipping so much that my words get slurred Thinking of a mission but I'm sitting with a misses with a face thats fair but that a** absurd And she making it work Shorty so bad even no hands she still making it jerk Blast that cash, I prefer to smash with a dime that's not just looking for my stash Hit it so hard that I make it go numb, hit it so hard that I make it go bum I'm laying with her and she's smoking on the weed now thats what I call a motherf**ing treesome Not to go home is her only wish Caribbean food is her favorite dish She happy with whatever, whether I take her down to Mapps or go to Oistins for some fish Take you home to mum, yea that's easy baby Having nightmares of you cause you leave me crazy I'm here with you and if you feeling breezy On my island we hideaway and live life easy Hook (ViZion): I smoke that tree and I get (high, high) I toke in peace, and think no violence On my island hideaway Verse 3 (ViZion): And it's so amazing, the life I know as a real Barbadian Shout out all my Jamaicans, and big up the Trini gal so fascinating Cause I'm clearly stating This place I know, my Caribbean home Anywhere I go on the road I show love, I show love, I show love Outro (ViZion): Yea Barbados, Trinidad, St Lucia, Jamaica, West Indies big up. can't forget... Bristol, New York, ATL Yo, ViZion