Gold Leaf Smokers Anthem by Kid Astronaut Lyrics
Kid Astronaut Verse One:
(Damn bro -
This shit's hitting)
Got me lifted
Got me shifting
Got me twisted off the finest potions
I think I’m high the smoke is rising filling the whole room
I just touched another planet
What are you up to...
Yeah I need a minute
I was in my feelings back then now I’m feeling it
They said they need a smokers anthem think that this is it
They said they need a smokers anthem think that this is it
Pre Chorus:
Grab a blunt and twist it up
Pass it around I love the sound that the music makes
When we get high we’re headed off to another place let’s go Throw a party on the moon
Chorus:
Said I’m high right now
And the vibe right now’s up in smoke
When our vision clears
We’ll be all right here getting blowed
Verse Two Ab-Rule:
Inhale the loud it attack the lungs
Then blow out the bullshit past ya gums
You hear pass the ganja
Then I pass assumptions
In the wrong direction
Like I lack a compass
Man I feel the numbness
Let’s get back to bumpin
Pass the trumpet
Riding pass the publix
In a hooptie cutlas
Tell em pull over let’s cop some lunch
That shit pack a punch
I got cotton mouth and I need some munchies
Then I hop out I'm moving like a mummy
Start to realize like all my
Thoughts is dumb
Pre Chorus:
Grab a blunt and twist it up
Pass it around I love the sound that the music makes
When we get high we’re headed off to another place let’s go Throw a party on the moon
Chorus:
Said I’m high right now
And the vibe right now’s up in smoke
When our vision clears
We’ll be all right here getting blowed
Said I'm high right now
And the vibe right now's up in smoke
When our vision clears
We'll be all right here getting blowed
Verse Three Jordan Burgett:
Moon rocks be the Vacay
When the bullshit feeling Melee
Triple Gs in backwood that’s a green thumb from my payday
Mama said it was a gateway
Paranoid so she naysay
And all my Roaches lookin real as fuck and it’s Friday nigga so I’m Day-Day
Bubble gum kush got me dumb dumb dumb
All these flavors like yum yum yum
Slumped minimum one shotgun buckshot will numb one dumb coming where I come from
Banana kush blunted with my brunch
Munching on some coochie for my lunch
Munchies hit that hoochie in the gut
The hoopty reeking of the fruity punch
I be high like all the motherfucking time
Pull up wit a pack she gon hop up in the back cop and another sack it’ll blow yo mind
Fire up that blunt and match you got time
Fuck wait
I'm high as fuck
(Damn bro -
This shit's hitting)
Got me lifted
Got me shifting
Got me twisted off the finest potions
I think I’m high the smoke is rising filling the whole room
I just touched another planet
What are you up to...
Yeah I need a minute
I was in my feelings back then now I’m feeling it
They said they need a smokers anthem think that this is it
They said they need a smokers anthem think that this is it
Pre Chorus:
Grab a blunt and twist it up
Pass it around I love the sound that the music makes
When we get high we’re headed off to another place let’s go Throw a party on the moon
Chorus:
Said I’m high right now
And the vibe right now’s up in smoke
When our vision clears
We’ll be all right here getting blowed
Verse Two Ab-Rule:
Inhale the loud it attack the lungs
Then blow out the bullshit past ya gums
You hear pass the ganja
Then I pass assumptions
In the wrong direction
Like I lack a compass
Man I feel the numbness
Let’s get back to bumpin
Pass the trumpet
Riding pass the publix
In a hooptie cutlas
Tell em pull over let’s cop some lunch
That shit pack a punch
I got cotton mouth and I need some munchies
Then I hop out I'm moving like a mummy
Start to realize like all my
Thoughts is dumb
Pre Chorus:
Grab a blunt and twist it up
Pass it around I love the sound that the music makes
When we get high we’re headed off to another place let’s go Throw a party on the moon
Chorus:
Said I’m high right now
And the vibe right now’s up in smoke
When our vision clears
We’ll be all right here getting blowed
Said I'm high right now
And the vibe right now's up in smoke
When our vision clears
We'll be all right here getting blowed
Verse Three Jordan Burgett:
Moon rocks be the Vacay
When the bullshit feeling Melee
Triple Gs in backwood that’s a green thumb from my payday
Mama said it was a gateway
Paranoid so she naysay
And all my Roaches lookin real as fuck and it’s Friday nigga so I’m Day-Day
Bubble gum kush got me dumb dumb dumb
All these flavors like yum yum yum
Slumped minimum one shotgun buckshot will numb one dumb coming where I come from
Banana kush blunted with my brunch
Munching on some coochie for my lunch
Munchies hit that hoochie in the gut
The hoopty reeking of the fruity punch
I be high like all the motherfucking time
Pull up wit a pack she gon hop up in the back cop and another sack it’ll blow yo mind
Fire up that blunt and match you got time
Fuck wait
I'm high as fuck