I am finding new limits. Doing hand-stands on sunbeams wondering;
‘If I should fall from these massive heights…
is it worth it to build my wings on the way down?
Or should I enjoy the adrenaline rush you get when your body is convinced
you are going to die.
(Blaze Away)
Farmer: Yo Baph… what’s good dude? Quit being a B(itch).
Let’s smoke a bowl though dude *chuckles*. Hit me back up, alright?
Peace.
You can’t put out this fire
You won’t stop this desire (x2)
Staring at the moon I’m consumed by the crossfade
Bright lights dim ‘cause I’m always
Willing and able to pay for dank bowls to blaze yo
Kicking it with Angels float though their halos
Lay low before the cops go and roll by
We don’t need them to know that we for sure drove high
Rappers seem to know I’m *ripping the writtens with infamous spitting
Get in position, belittle you bitches* blast off I’m crack baus
Ya’ll dripping with wack sauce, ya’ll better just back off
Or Imma kill more potential life than when I jack off
I’m chill though… especially if you’re ill though
Especially if you throw down a whole pound, for real though
We puff real smoke; bowls on fire
Take the wheel, let me drive high, hold my lighter
Bouncing over the beat, smoke an ounce and get keyed
Rolling, toking, blowing, smoking, yeah we’re zoning for weeks
You can’t put out this fire
You won’t stop this desire (x2)
I will rip these bowls tonight
I will sleep real tight
My thoughts seem to fade away
The floor, the walls, it all seems to fade away
I’m in an open field planning a Great Escape
Let’s Float to the Stars so we can Blaze Away
You can’t put out this fire
You won’t stop this desire (x2)
I will rip these bowls tonight
I will sleep real tight (x2)
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020