
Ms. Cannabis Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Say hello to Ms. Cannabis
Pretty and sweet
Drive a day and a week to get to see her physique
She a treat just to be around, loud as can be
But I get a quick peek allowed that keep me discreet
Each pound beautiful, suitable too
For each ounce crucial to a fruitful view
So, whaddya do
Well it sure ain't stay glued
Lead your way into a new attitude
Try it
You gotta breathe hun, inhale the breeze from
Reruns of good old days or make a safe space
Take breaks, recharge ya soul
Whatever help relax you enough
To re-embark on ya goals
To forget what you been sold, the snicklefritz
Or the people that told you it's significance
You getting sick of this yet girl? Well, hold on tight
Cause one curl seem a bit too light
I'm not talkin light, like illuminate bright
I'm sayin light like it needs more weight
It takes time to write ya thoughts right
And a neutral mind to find the balance in fate
It's starting to take shape
The state of the whole
You finding ya place and maintaining control, but
Feigning your role is just faking ya goals
Taming a soul isn't makeup and gold
No face
So you can't put a layer on it
No pace got me onna sonnet
Low haste
Take a minute to appreciate self
Separate the person from whatever was dealt
Au natural is a preference of mine
Why, cover up when ya presence sublime
Sunshine born into the female form
Without you Ms. Cannabis my life forlorned
I'm
Thinking of you when I get up, hit up late
Onna date, empty bags in our wake
No trace left except for ash, butts, blunt guts
Spare crutch, roaches, and a couple a nugs
Clouds gon' disipate, highs recede
But the memories made are gonna find a reprieve, in our mind
Bind eternally without all the paperwork
Although, when we roll bones
You sure make that paper work
Feelin' right on them Northern Lights
The Captain's Cake has got us gear two
First mate takin every Girl Scout Cookie in sight
But the Triple Chocolate Chip here too
Yo
Roses are red, violets blue
Feelin' low, ride the riptide of Gibsonburg Glue
No strain in relationship
The strain is our favorite
So take a hit, make it lift ya
Higher than angels sit
La Déesse