Life Rolls On lyrics

Artist  : Kottonmouth Kings 
Song : Life Rolls On
 
another day gone...



sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes

no more bubble berry so i settled for the
blue

snapped it through and my lungs start to
hurt

hold it in long enough it’ll put your dick in
the dirt

and people go bizerk tryin’ to get their hands
on it

most commonly heard phraze is, "Richter’s got
the chronic"

so i’m on it, matter of fact i’m on the
top

can’t nobody fuck with me or the Killa Kali
crops

like reebox yo i’m un stoppable

and the bowls that i pack are un-pop able

so what you grow all i want to know is what seed


what system you using you got the lights you need


you got a masters degree from the weed ivy
leagues

or you a cop without a clue just lookin for a
lead



life rolls on

its passin by your eyes real fast

another 24 another day is passed

half of those said we’d never last



hey loc i think its time to grow again fuck
it

if you’re gonna grow you better come pick up
your bucket

alright im comin through ay yo grab some mountain
dew (what)

a pack of zig zags and a couple of brews

i cruise through in the blue too with the
basetubes

i too got the big bumps keep my caddy dumped

dont front on this trunk stump on my bangin
bus

we’ll erupt on that blunts but turn that shit
to dust

dusk to dawn just like the modern day Cheech and
Chong

Tim and Dustin on the bong smokin mad amounts of
ganj

writtin songs playin pong we was young we don’t
belong

stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids gettin
it on 

but now we’re both standing strong 2000 and
beyond

to dawns at ? used to fight to get along

that was way back then and this is right now

we’re on a mission to get it smoke and bone the
hell out



life rolls on

its passin by your eyes real fast

another 24 another day is passed

half of those said we’d never last



there’s 420 ways to blaze

use one it tastes great when you smokin out the
vape

mind haze sit back it’ll put you in a
trance

grab your sack relax and throw your cap up on the
hat rack

throw your feet up recline just chill 

we just smoked a eighth of the mother fuckin
Kill

for real hold it in now we goin on a ride

the bud inside aint nothing to fuck with

some santa cruz that we got at john’s crib

the crip that you never find around

the reason you can’t find it in your city or
your town

because it sits in my bedroom in piles and
mounds

we got pounds and pounds that the world dont know
about

if i sold it yo they’d all be in the
clouds

smoke em out without a doubt

yo its not for the money 

its all for the head and gettin stoned with my
homies





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