Chris Travis - Misty lyrics

[Produced by: DSavageBeats] [Verse 1: Chris Travis] I be smoking Kush in a all white castle Fine a** b**h but she give me a ha**le My music get weird but I'm getting weirder But I'm still a G so it wouldn't make a different See I'm the instructor and these n***as just listen Shouts out to 8-Ball b**h its Space Age Pimpin' On the three point clutch b**h I'm Scottie Pippen Listen to the sounds as you hear the water drippin' Feeling like the moon man Five blunts in my hand Wit' a whole pint of lean fresh from Actavis brand n***as try to take my style but they ain't brutal, damn Chris f**ing Travis smoking weed sent from Amsterdam f** is you talking 'bout b**h I go f**in' HAM, just to get my bread and I don't need no f**in' jam But I be taxing call me Uncle Sam, for my fam or Mr. "Roll-up a Blunt out of Three Grams" [Verse 2: Chris Travis] Still 'bout the city that I'm from, I'm not leaving But still I gotta watch my f**in' back from these demons A I be on the creep cause you know a n***a chief off that strong a** kush that will make your clothes reek I be on another level I think I done reached my peak If I'm hungry as f** I get high and eat a beat I got plenty different flows and they all so unique I got 20 different hoes and they all fine as me, huh Smoking on this weed and it got me high as f** Nah, I ain't paranoid but my brain on a rush Goddamn, where I'm at? Goddamn, what the f**? (sigh) Roll another blunt, b**h I don't give a f** Watch me smoke And watch me choke