Supa Sortahuman - Radiation (Lung Pollution) lyrics

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Supa Sortahuman - Radiation (Lung Pollution) lyrics

[Hook] Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt [Verse 1: Supa Sortahuman] Hoes is chilling, biting, smoking, drinking, thinking 'bout my past Then my homies came through then asked "Where the hell's the sack?" Petey handed me a bowl of sour so I took a couple drags Then proceeded to go to the back and get hash up out the sack Take a little just to make it last, that's Supa's motto We fiending on these trees like we just won the lotto Chiefing for a reason like we ain't gon' see tommorow 'Til we fall asleep and makes some Z's like Zorro Inhaling vapors and feeling no sorrow, don't feel no pain I feel bad for the people who never kicked it with Mary Jane She radiates all through my brain and enhances every thought I think Even makes my food better and I have more fun when I drink Gimme a bag of that sticky-sticky, I need a eighth for the 60 60 Different sh**, just like the 60's, this Elvis Presley, them dudes is filthy Riding 45 in the 50, I'm smoked these joints now I am spliffy Damn this bowl really got me lifted, I rap so tight people say I'm gifted [Hook] Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt ­ [Verse 2: Lil Ugly Mane] Puffing on that paradise that kush has got me paralyzed Verified I'm very high, whip so clean it's sterilized Terrorize yo block, you in my way, why ain't ya moving? Me and Supa Sortahuman rolled a quarter in a cuban Now we grooving Feeling extra throwed, hot like wings of buffalos Just to let you bustas know, them duffle bags got extra dough Only f** with s**y hoes, I swear I leave the rest alone Underground, I'm lesser known, but in hood they feel my testimony Y'all ain't smoking on my level Y'all ain't f**ing on my level Y'all ain't dranking on my level Y'all ain't nothing on my level These fools they need'na listen, they probably smoking that resin They talkin' all'a that sh**, I proudly pull out my weapon That sour diesel be relievin' my stress, gettin' me right I swear it's hard not to just walk outside, just ready to fight Lime green cannabis, color of praying mantises No stems, no seeds, crystals like they amethyst [Hook] Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt Get high, get high, ge-ge-get high Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt

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