Mac Miller - Purple lyrics

Smoking on this purple got my mind all hazy But it never put my grind on lazy I just wanna get my shine on baby I know it drives you crazy that my grind's on daily Cuz I be getting blowed everyday of the week This haze got me so cheifed that I stay in my seat, You wanna get me to spit just play me a beat I strive to win in everything Cuz they hate to defeat So I elevate my mind Gotta stay cheifin' And I don't even rap boy this just the haze speakin' My room bangs and it got the rays tweakin' Smoking blunts of haze i just watch the day leaving with L's around the circle you can tell this is purple Cuz this dank is so potent If you smell it it'll hurt you I smoke that fruity with the funkiest fumes Pepi Lapeu Got a little skunk in the room Now chill Lay back meditate I'm floatin feelin' lighter than a feather weight My body asleep, but my head awake I dedicate the rest of my night to makin hella cake Pardon the lingo its prolly this Cali The addiction and the plague got me wantin' it badly I chase money like a hard to get female And throw it back up in the water like a seashell (Girl singing- 2 am the silent twlight... the purple high light ..of the twlight, wrap.. the night around me.. [her germ where you find this weed at?] blanket of black on my back... i feel safe in the darkness. ) [ got the boy blunted here] That purple gotta love that purple i get blowed then melt in to the chair blow a L up in the air eyes are red but i don't care right now i prolly shouldnt be spitting cause im lifted an mixing up my diction im feelign high like the top of a water tower cop a sour then its gone in an hour heavily medicated sedated and faded relaxed chasin' an oasis im in a safe haven free from any trouble stumble damn this kush got me seeing double need not fumble got to keep my head striaght cause i stay putting haters in the check mate now im way pa** blowed purple weed got me feeling on my own aint nothing like a purpie the type to keep a nerd high got me coughin up a lung like its my first time metaphors and similies from equcador to italy back in 5th grade when i lost my weed virginity smoking like chimminey blowing out a cloud this purple last kush be stinking up my house (Girl singing- 2 am the silent twlight... [man i love when she sings like this right? Go head girl!] the purple high light [with that purple] ..of the twlight, [Get high] wrap.. the night around me.. blanket of black on my back... i feel safe in the darkness. ) [ so yall can ash your blunts now roll up another] blanket of black on my back... i feel safe in the darkness. [i like that germ .. im outt im outtt im outtt haha.]