John Daniel - Hazy Palms lyrics

[Intro] b**h It's John Daniel [Verse 1] Baggin up the blue meth, listening to Blue Chips Left the new set, a burnin loosie in her loose lips Palm tree street view an image in my daydreams Palmer tea, white T, always livin played schemes Nineteen, needin half a Nina Sky at either side Or a reason why I need a high the heathens hide A heap of medical, Ion't smoke but I bet she do Color of some kelly green kelp, bic to kettle boo She bit the edible, I'm lampin wit a handle pourin I can handle mornings askin her to get my flannel for me Homie, I'm tryna get a wallet full of link tunics It's hard to swallow, but she drink to it [Hook] x 2 f** it if the lord taketh Or if he giveth But if it's the former, a Left God'll flip it It's nothin, til it's six digits and gunnin My cup runneth over with hunneds b**h it's nothin' [Bridge] And these palms all hazy, window seat sittin Wit my arm around ya lady She kinda look like Vanessa Hudgens, no pillow talkin If the chick is up to somethin [Verse 2] From fat cat to pappy, function lettin f** sh** pa** me She's blunt cashing, singing Max B Askin where the cabs be, my dudes give her dabs gladly She blowin O's, smoke lookin like a Gastly What the lick read, sh**, I can live with it Left life on her sleeve and I don't even have a symbol yet I let my click a**emble it's like 96 with Memorex Outta Memphis trunk with DJ Paul penmanship Pills crushed and filled blunts, we practice alchemy Sealed up, brazir tucked, the pack is loud at least I pop an alprozolam tell Nikki Rhodes bust it open Without a top unfoldin, she's already knowin Wayne told me he don't know how fake feel Jules winfield til im alonzo on the windshield For real, left life livin concealed In my zone, tryna bag a Sloan just to seal the deal b**h [Outro] [sample from Blow] I can't feel my face I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel inside