Lowtyde - Silly Tuesdays Lyrics

Ugh
Lay back concentrate
Got a lot up on my mind
It's been hard for me to regulate it
Yeah
I been motherf*ckin' high
Yeah the THC is concentrated
Took the long way up
This the stairs not the elevator
Lemme' elevate ya
Miss me with that f*ck shit
That's on God
Lemme roll my weed
And the air feels nice I'm here for a good time
Toasting up that leaf
Ain't no use in stressing tomorrow
Now is all we got
But I just can't seem to let go
Almost there, almost there
Compassion ain't nothing unless you practice it
Nothing happens on accident
Promise that
Some days I feel like a welcome mat
Blowing on a Half
It's a Saturday
Laughing in the mirror
Tryna steer and get a grip up on this life
And my visions getting weirder
Looking down at all my fears
And my stomach getting bigger
Need a salad, not a beer
If you don't comprehend the language
Get the f*ck up outta here
MOTHAFUCKA
And I won't say it again
It's the underground buzzing
Tell yo mammy and yo cousin
We ain't compromising nothing
We the shit you couldn't stomach
MOTHA
Miss me with that f*ck shit
That's on God
Lemme roll my weed
And the air feels nice I'm here for a good time
Toasting up that leaf
Ain't no use in stressing tomorrow
Now is all we got
But I just can't seem to let go