El-ebration (Top of the World reprise) ft Coal Cash Lyrics
[Tabs]
Smell the smoke in the breeze, people giving me evil eye
In public puffing trees before weed was legalized
My teachers lied, now I know what’s up
Since Def Jam let Redman teach me how to roll a blunt
Now it’s, partying in the streets, march to a different beat
My L’s belong in MoMA, it is an art when I twist the leaf
I mean my day is incomplete unless I create a paradox and roll some sour in a Swisher Sweet
The rig is all glass, no plastic parts
I dare you to take a hit if you have the heart
I got a dab to spark
It’s so amber it looks like I snatched that shit straight out of Jurassic Park
Sippin’ a bourbon, that’s my liquid diversion
Deliver a verdict that would convict slithering serpents
But, I’m twisting the herbage and I’m fixing a burn
And on 4/20 taking part in some religious observance
(Hook - Tabs)
Crack that shit, fill that shit and then roll it
Dry that shit, light that shit and then smoke it
Inhale that shit, hold that shit and then blow it out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
Crack that shit, fill that shit and then roll it
Dry that shit, light that shit and then smoke it
Inhale that shit, hold that shit and then blow it out
At least we on top of the world if we going out (x5)
[Coal]
Tryna get so high on this bud ‘till I can’t remember who I was
A buzz to flood the mind and leave behind, all the things I grudge
I love the times when I find myself on a bag of Buddha
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Fumigate the shatter vapor, the brittle a little dab’ll do ya
The ill ? bazooka cloud hittin’ me serious
Conscious comatose, hosting an out-of-body experience
Delirious on the couch in J’s house, gettin’ blazed out
While my brother’s rollin’ more haze for summer days, shit is way loud
A grey cloud made a shroud of the finest herbs
So superb in my highness I feel time has got no time to herd
My mind emerged into the cosmos and I’m barely sane
In the brain I got webs ‘cause I love redheads like Mary Jane
The same as Peter Parker, believe me ‘cause I need a sparker
L of weed that’s larger than an on the run graffiti marker
The reefer sparker, the architect of the sacred scripts
Stay lit hittin’ the dro, time to pack a bowl and take a rip
(Hook)
