Zonin Out - Richard Jansen

Yeah, Yeah, uh, lookSee I’m so high in this sh*t, my pals be the clouds, It’s like I’m spitting marijuana when I’m opening my mouth, God given, I’m taking, 808 heartbeats in my systems, Flow so dangerous, it’s so cautious, I land bodies in asylums, What’s drama to a cobra, strike you, leave you in a coma, And I could bring your whole career south, Georgia, That’s so ill, but that’s the way I feel