TJ Hookster - Spark One Lyrics

I'm fresh off the kill, First 48
Yeah, I feel real good, but let me be great
Ain't nothing changed, same old thing
It's been a haze since the 9th grade
Can't even remember my classmate
Tell Snoop, guarantee he'll cough up a lung
Need more than a squad when I light up the bomb
I stopped one day, that day I succumbed
Got caught red-handed cause I got green thumbs
Yeah, yeah, escaping from reality
Fresh off the kill, still no fatality
Keepin' jars full, but the content seem to disappear magically
Hate to run low, but when I'm on E, shit, that's a f*ckin' tragedy
The way that I blow these sweet, sweets feel, that I might get a cavity
I keep the fire side blazin' bright
It's no lean when you see me with Sprite
Sativa all day, Indica all night
I hate the fanfare, but I keep my lime light
I keep the fire side blazin' bright
It's no lean when you see me with Sprite
Sativa all day, Indica all night,
I hate the fanfare, but I keep my lime light
You know, sometimes I need to stimulate my appetite
Or just, you know, just take the edge off, but
Maybe just keep my fist out of somebody's face
I know the real deal, know the history
Gotta find a way to tax, ain't no mystery
So the judge sent us off penitentiary
Unless she got cash for dispensary
Oh well, escapin' from reality
Fresh off the kill, still no fatality
Keepin' jars full, but the contents seem to disappear magically
Hate to run low, but when I'm on E, shit, that's a f*ckin' tragedy
The way that I blow these sweet, sweets, feel that I might get a cavity
Alright, alright
Glad y'all came out, you know I'm comin' back
Hey, what's up, baby? Alright
Hey, what's up, partner
Oh, you wanna hit this right here
Here you go
Oh, you want one? I got another one right here homeboy
I keep it lit
I keep the fire side blazin' bright
It's no lean when you see me with Sprite
Sativa all day, Indica all night
I hate the fanfare, but I keep my lime light
I keep the fire side blazin' bright
It's no lean when you see me with Sprite
Sativa all day, Indica all night
I hate the fanfare, but I keep my lime light
Escapin' from reality
Fresh off the kill, still no fatality
Keepin' jars full, but the content seem to disappear magically