Goldsmith - Love Blocks Out The Sun lyrics

[Verse 1: Black-Ken] I ain't' got no reason to hide I'm three of a kind I reach for a blunt, then I reach for the sky You ask me the reason I chief all the time It's like asking the reason for being alive Cashing my check, purchase a dime They live they're life basic Now we sitting in the Hollywood Hills like look my n***a we made it- Back to the hood with a blunt full of smoke just to blow it in they faces Finna have a house party in the White House basement- Alcohol, Bacardi in the White House basement Only bad shorties in the White House basement, because- [Hook: Black-Ken] Gotta get these funds Gotta get these blunts Gotta get geeked up, anything you want - (Your love blocks out the sun) Ima take so much that I feel your love in a codeine cup trying to be someone (Your love blocks out the sun) Ima get get geeked up til' my face goes numb and I feel that drug and I can't be touched (Your love blocks out the sun) Ima take two puffs of a little green nug gotta get geeked up before I pa** that blunt (Your love blocks out the sun) [Verse 2: Black-Ken] I'm about to get a crib and a coffin Finna catch that contact When I drop my project Ima get you out the projects Put you on some prospects Show you why ambition is important But I try hard, not to be a try-hard Just to get a portion of the pie chart I'm pouring up on them demons I'm rolling up and I'm scheming I'm literally fiending and changing in seasons and came out with nothing to show Go straight to the grow- Like miracles so I know where to cop it my n***a let's smoke My n***a let's choke You got a dutch? Equipped with a bowl And I got a spliff if you give me the stoge How far could we go? I give you a lift Off of these words from my lips Job ain't' paying you sh**? My n***a don't trip Cause life's beautiful like an acid fix Like a tablet fits Like a ma**ive rip Cause hell exists and we may have slipped and fell in it Eating chips off the devil's shoulders Satan turned me to a stoner I can tell every time I'm sober Going through hell every time I'm sober, trying to get over, well Um, yeah, I hit up The Goldsmith, like "crack that shell" And he be like nah Yo don't get me wrong, I'm trying to get stoned But tell me what's wrong with a bong? As long as I hit it like gongs, I'm singing this song [Hook: Black-Ken]