They come to me they sayin
Come to me say treylen
Which one is ya favorite
Which one is the hated
What's that you inhalin
What pack is you savin
Oh is you gon blow the whole O so I am mistaken
Blow slow do it patient
Deep breathe the inhalant
Need a new plug the other one duckin spot it's vacant
Bitch I want some bay shit
Loud pack not the basic
Type of shit to hit ya make ya wonder if they laced it
Put me in slow motion i'm floatin like boats in the ocean
I won't ever sink, all my clothes better stink
Weather 90 degrees, f*ck it's hot than a mug
In the tone need a zone of some powerful bud
I been dealin with some shit that I don't need to talk about
Need that indica chill that's what sativa not about
I been calmin my nerves no medication zen getcha
Happiness they ask me which strain it's indica
Treylen - Indica Lyrics
Treylen - Indica Lyrics
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They come to me they sayin
Come to me say treylen
Which one is ya favorite
Which one is the hated
What's that you inhalin
What pack is you savin
Oh is you gon blow the whole O so I am mistaken
Blow slow do it patient
Deep breathe the inhalant
Need a new plug the other one duckin spot it's vacant
Bitch I want some bay shit
Loud pack not the basic
Type of shit to hit ya make ya wonder if they laced it
Put me in slow motion i'm floatin like boats in the ocean
I won't ever sink, all my clothes better stink
Weather 90 degrees, f*ck it's hot than a mug
In the tone need a zone of some powerful bud
I been dealin with some shit that I don't need to talk about
Need that indica chill that's what sativa not about
I been calmin my nerves no medication zen getcha
Happiness they ask me which strain it's indica
Come to me say treylen
Which one is ya favorite
Which one is the hated
What's that you inhalin
What pack is you savin
Oh is you gon blow the whole O so I am mistaken
Blow slow do it patient
Deep breathe the inhalant
Need a new plug the other one duckin spot it's vacant
Bitch I want some bay shit
Loud pack not the basic
Type of shit to hit ya make ya wonder if they laced it
Put me in slow motion i'm floatin like boats in the ocean
I won't ever sink, all my clothes better stink
Weather 90 degrees, f*ck it's hot than a mug
In the tone need a zone of some powerful bud
I been dealin with some shit that I don't need to talk about
Need that indica chill that's what sativa not about
I been calmin my nerves no medication zen getcha
Happiness they ask me which strain it's indica
Writer: William Collins III
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