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Nappy Roots Lyrics
"Hazy"

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(I don't know where I'm going
Like a feather in the air
Hope the good wind starts blowing
Send me soaring, unaware)

(Send me soaring)

(Whoooa, eh)

(Send me soaring)

(Whoooa, eh)


(Skinny DeVille)
Yup, I just got back with some Colorado bull
I got so much, it's like California love
West coasting, hide in the mud
So high, like a cloud in the sun
I'll glide, there's no doubt like when
Sipping on the serve while I rock it with the hen
I ain't mad, just we really ain't friends
It's been a long while, but that was way back when
Never mind, I ain't trying to reminisce
I'm living for the minute, I ain't trying to remember this
Live a while but might talk a lot of shit
What, bet a hundred bucks, got to back it up quick
But no luck, boy, I'll bust your lip
Might look slim, but I ain't no bitch
Nah, and I ain't that rich
Keep flashing that cheese and I'll cash your chips


(Chorus)
Baby, baby, motivate me
Call me, text me, like me, hate me
Baby, we can roll up daily
Finally, all we got is hazy (x2)

(I don't know where I'm going
Like a feather in the air
Hope the good wind starts blowing
Send me soaring, unaware)

(Fish Scales)
Vegas, Vegas, green know Afghanistan
Take us, straight up, like Charlie Corses in France
London, Ashdale, I'm ace-struck to rest trail
Milledgeville, phone home
Say, "Who is this?" "Fish Scales!"

First week in Berkeley, Berkeley to Erskine
That's UK, not bubble bringer
Top that, toupee
Dubai, Nottingham, Waterloo Bay with Miley Grahams
Nova Scotia in the trailer park, like Auckland braiders to the lost ark
Yellowstone, wool park, Alabama, we're rich, boy
Panama, not PCB
This real yoga, not TCB
Best IHOP is in Memphis
Pimp shit's my holidays
My sun is out of my English muffin
You surely noticed a difference when I pull a plan that's man as shit
Social club and her better shit
My little brand name so Anna chick
My south side, Baydanal clique
Raise up, raise up, we all over, raise up
Cadillac on 80-something
We too much, can't save us

(Chorus)

(Send me soaring)

(Whoooa, eh)

(Send me soaring)