Spark One Lyrics

I'm fresh off the kill, First 48

Yeah, I feel real good, but let me be great

Ain't nothing changed, same old thing

It's been a haze since the 9th grade

Can't even remember my classmate

Tell Snoop, guarantee he'll cough up a lung

Need more than a squad when I light up the bomb

I stopped one day, that day I succumbed

Got caught red-handed cause I got green thumbs

Yeah, yeah, escaping from reality

Fresh off the kill, still no fatality

Keepin' jars full, but the content seem to disappear magically

Hate to run low, but when I'm on E, shit, that's a fuckin' tragedy

The way that I blow these sweet, sweets feel, that I might get a cavity

I keep the fire side blazin' bright

It's no lean when you see me with Sprite

Sativa all day, Indica all night

I hate the fanfare, but I keep my lime light

I keep the fire side blazin' bright

It's no lean when you see me with Sprite

Sativa all day, Indica all night,

I hate the fanfare, but I keep my lime light

You know, sometimes I need to stimulate my appetite

Or just, you know, just take the edge off, but

Maybe just keep my fist out of somebody's face

I know the real deal, know the history

Gotta find a way to tax, ain't no mystery

So the judge sent us off penitentiary

Unless she got cash for dispensary

Oh well, escapin' from reality

Fresh off the kill, still no fatality

Keepin' jars full, but the contents seem to disappear magically

Hate to run low, but when I'm on E, shit, that's a fuckin' tragedy

The way that I blow these sweet, sweets, feel that I might get a cavity

Alright, alright

Glad y'all came out, you know I'm comin' back

Hey, what's up, baby? Alright

Hey, what's up, partner

Oh, you wanna hit this right here

Here you go

Oh, you want one? I got another one right here homeboy

I keep it lit

I keep the fire side blazin' bright

It's no lean when you see me with Sprite

Sativa all day, Indica all night

I hate the fanfare, but I keep my lime light

I keep the fire side blazin' bright

It's no lean when you see me with Sprite

Sativa all day, Indica all night

I hate the fanfare, but I keep my lime light

Escapin' from reality

Fresh off the kill, still no fatality

Keepin' jars full, but the content seem to disappear magically