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Indro Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Vore
Length: 2:45
Written by: Jackson Snell, Jeremiah Vore




Jay Vore - Indro Lyrics




Skirting off, skirting off
100 joints up in my face
200 bottles at the bottom
Of my seat bitch that's a case
Or 100 maybe more
Multi color up these doors
For the sky to space we soar
In this WRAITH we finna GO

WRAITHDAY, WRAITHDAY, WRAITHDAY, WRAITHTAPE, UH

I'm too f*cked yea you know
Every Sunday for the Lord

On gang shit we on the low
Creeping up we high ayo

BITCH I'M SOBER
NO REEFER TOKIN (SHUT THE FUCK UP)
Bitch... is you broken?
Your mind split wide open
What you don't know is
This weed keep me smokin (all you to ash)
F*ck all your questions, we gotta message
Keep up with smoking and drinking in sessions
Re up again and we onto the next case
Mix it with bud it's the best taste
Then onto the bed where my head lay
Just kidding I can not my head's straight
There ain't no sleeping around or on me
I'mma nightcrawler, just ask my homies baby
There ain't no creeping around my back
Cross me get crucified that is a fact
F*ck with my crew you get jumped in the back
No love for you bitch there's bumps on your ass
There ain't no sleepin on my tribe
Everyday's weekend, that's how we live life
It ain't no secret, we always stay high
So why are you peepin, why don't you just die?

Wraithtape, Wraithtape, Wraithtape yuh
Jay is the truth
Dankgang the crew
We gotta message we wanna get thru
F*ck SeaWorld, save the bees stay hydrated
Way high up in the sky eyes dilated
F*ck sober, I'mma die faded surfing on the next wave
They wanna spygate us yuh
Wraithtape, Wraithtape, Wraithtape
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Skirting off, skirting off
100 joints up in my face
200 bottles at the bottom
Of my seat bitch that's a case
Or 100 maybe more
Multi color up these doors
For the sky to space we soar
In this WRAITH we finna GO

WRAITHDAY, WRAITHDAY, WRAITHDAY, WRAITHTAPE, UH

I'm too f*cked yea you know
Every Sunday for the Lord

On gang shit we on the low
Creeping up we high ayo

BITCH I'M SOBER
NO REEFER TOKIN (SHUT THE FUCK UP)
Bitch... is you broken?
Your mind split wide open
What you don't know is
This weed keep me smokin (all you to ash)
F*ck all your questions, we gotta message
Keep up with smoking and drinking in sessions
Re up again and we onto the next case
Mix it with bud it's the best taste
Then onto the bed where my head lay
Just kidding I can not my head's straight
There ain't no sleeping around or on me
I'mma nightcrawler, just ask my homies baby
There ain't no creeping around my back
Cross me get crucified that is a fact
F*ck with my crew you get jumped in the back
No love for you bitch there's bumps on your ass
There ain't no sleepin on my tribe
Everyday's weekend, that's how we live life
It ain't no secret, we always stay high
So why are you peepin, why don't you just die?

Wraithtape, Wraithtape, Wraithtape yuh
Jay is the truth
Dankgang the crew
We gotta message we wanna get thru
F*ck SeaWorld, save the bees stay hydrated
Way high up in the sky eyes dilated
F*ck sober, I'mma die faded surfing on the next wave
They wanna spygate us yuh
Wraithtape, Wraithtape, Wraithtape
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Writer: Jackson Snell, Jeremiah Vore
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