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O.C.FEAT BUCKWILD lyrics : "Burn Me Slow"

Check it out, it takes skill y'all, for them to fill y'all
And in the end it's dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
So long I awaited, in the end you contemplated

Now O.C. cuts the highly anticipated
Forget all the braggadocio %#@! you hear
Say more voices in the air while I refresh in the air, word

Thought that I was gone, huh, temporary setback
Made me !@#^yze what I do, and be the best at
Gusto, I got it on lock, a sack of !@!@&&

Being sold by the dreads, I got the good stuff
Inhale on it, smell the aroma blessed
Let it comatose ya, I'm feeling a rush, well you're supposed to

Mold me, toke me, hold me in for five seconds
Then exhale, then maybe you can tell if I'm potent
See font to leave it, a cheeba cheeba cheeba

Like coated with honey base, kill the taste, burn me slow

Drag on me, yeah, just as long as you can pull it

Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet
Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high


Drag on my words like an herb from a peace pipe
But extra mash out, I sprinkle hashish on the mic

Then pop a top on a Guiness giving me clout
Some say it give a stiff one, shorty ask did I drink a stout
The mind mix like Heinie and sensimilla

This goes to my ^!$$%s in and outside of Medina
My chariot carries me to thorough boroughs
Puffing the underground trail, traying to escape like Harriet

It don't make sense but it makes cents
Dollars and cents, making the last couple of lines too dense
So when you see me rocking a party like Reggae Sunplash

Don't bust shots, son, my face to your man and give a shotgun

Burn me slow, drag on me as long as you can pull it

Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet
Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high (Repeat 2x)


So while you're lining your L's, unwind ya high buddah blessed
Some charm, taking you to a higher place of praise

Soaking in, opening the chamber in your mind you're focusing
I wrote this in a mindstate of cheeba essence
Buckwild, beating your eardrums with Thai sticks

Like tapping bags of weed, he tapping snares and kicks
What? To the dick and you don't quit
Roll up that O.C. sack and then spark that %#@!

It's all love baby, twist me tight and then kiss me
Pull on me slow so I burn nice and gently *inhales*
Drag it, puff the magic, lavish it

Make me a routine smoke, like a bad habit
Meant to be in this game, play out our role
To manage this beat, I keep growing mad like canibus


Burn me slow, drag on me as long as you can pull it
Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet

Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high (Repeat 2x)

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