trichomes ft. SLXR Lyrics

Go to Soleaux's Dojo to get my mind right

Go, go, go, go, go, go to Soloeaux's Dojo to get my mind right

Exotic tricomes from the marijuana plant put me in my zone

Go to Soleaux's Dojo to get my mind right

Go, go, go, go, go, go to Soloeaux's Dojo to get my mind right

Exotic trichomes from the marijuana plant put me in my zone

Holstering sparklers, I think I startled her

The way I dress is marvelous

The leaves be fallin', lookin' pleasant to my ocular

Can't see the beauty, then you childish like a toddler

My baby love it when I hug on and I cuddle her

The marijuana mist is very potent, it almost smothered her

Before I skate, I jump rope like I'm Corden Blue

I'd rather have the dollars that come with the fuckin' blue

I mean, shit, I go to Soleaux's Dojo to get my mind right

Exotic trichomes from the marijuana plant just got right

Uh, it got right, it got me higher than the night sky

These motherfuckers said, damn, who is this new guy

It's me, Modern Alien, M-E stands for Modern Era

These motherfuckers said I'm bringin' all the fuckin' terror

I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn

That's why your bitch's pussy tastin' like a fuckin' clam

Go to Soleaux's Dojo to get my mind right

Go-o-o-o to Soleaux's Dojo

Go to Soleaux's Dojo to get it-it-it-it my mind right

Exotic trichomes from the marijuana plant just put me in my zone

Talkin' to my brother Alien, he check his map

We never know what plane we stumble in

The trip was accidental

The block was hot, the shrooms was instrumental

We still bumpin' to the fuckin' tempo

Excuse me, miss lady, those red bottoms is a red flag

Need a shawty, focus on the come up, maybe not the bag

I just need a dime sack and some love just to make it happen

Think I shoulda finished school

Fuck it, I'ma stick to rappin

Fuck it, I'ma quit relapsing and callin' to my angels

But my Deity steady yappin

Walkin' off the plane, all the viewers, haters clappin

Watch my partner sink the ship and save my ass just like we planned

I be the man

Ring, ring, ring, the father calls

Hell has won

Heaven comes

Send his takin' over to your mental sphere

And what you feel? Winnin

How that feel

How that feel

How that feel