Lyrical Breakdown of 4 20 pm - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Khrysis on the board with the heat rock,
They want something they could roll up, up, light it up
(Blow, but I don't know how to roll, light it up, inhale, let it go)
They want something they could roll up, up, light it up
(Blow, but I don't know how to roll, light it up, inhale, let it go)
They want something they could roll up, up, light it up
(Blow, but I don't know how to roll, light it up, inhale, let it go)
They want something they could roll up, up, light it up
(Blow, but I don't know how to roll, light it up, inhale, let it go)
It's like everybody smoke but me
Everybody broke but got money for weed
(Feeling good, getting high)
I wouldn't know, I'm too busy getting by
I ain't got the time, I ain't got the wealth
I ain't so brave, I'm too focused on my health
Uncle doc died, Laila did too
Watch my lil brother blowing ziggies to to the roof
Swear I get scared, thinking of his health
Don't know what I'd do if he left me by myself
Yo! So I'm feeling me
What up 3J? What up Mac Miller?
Know I love you all ways
What up Q Clock, with my brother sweet James
Independent state of minds, we can never be ashamed, yeah
(So we ride uh, live life)
Do our own thing everybody got a right
I don't know how to roll cuz I'm really scared of heights
So I stay away from high though I tried it one night
(I was young, 17)
I Ain't know how to inhale it like a pheen
Yo, ain't no Chibo burns in my seats
I'm way to fast to have to slow my thinking peak
On the road, but I pray I never blow my dreams
Got so many goals and I owe so much to my team
(I get high, of life, I got the time, we got to fight)
(We got to fight)
(We got to fight)
They want something they could roll up, up, light it up
(Blow, but I don't know how to roll, light it up, inhale, let it go)
They want something they could roll up, up, light it up
(Blow, but I don't know how to roll, light it up, inhale, let it go)
They want something they could roll up, up, light it up
(But I don't know how to roll, light it up, inhale, let it go)
They want something they could roll up, up, light it up
(Blow, but I don't know how to roll, light it up, inhale, let it go)
Peace black, red Zulu green
I'm on the road but I pray I never blow my dreams
(Jay dealer, Justin, bright lady, rest in peace)
Peace black, red Zulu green
I'm on the road but I pray I never blow my dreams
(Jay dealer, Justin, bright lady, rest in peace)