Coffee - Cult of The Damned, Lee Scott, Milkavelli

You’ll know who I am when i’m smokin' again

I roll with the fam, Cult of the Damned

Roll like a dan cause I am

Puff, puff, pass get smoked we can mack

Caught in a jam I’m recordin' a cam

Don’t ever try to talk like you’re gang

Caught in a jam i’m recordin' a cam

Don’t ever try to talk like you’re gang

I self medicate

Henny straight down the hatch

King of trash on a mountain counts countin' stacks

Drunken rebel cold sag gold champ runnin' medal

Ignant ill shit, hit to kill shit

Don’t fuck around with Bill’s shit, that real shit

You won’t be rollin' over with your wheels clipped

Trees grow, from here to Heathrow

Green folk, free smoke

Catch a shot through the peep hole

Clouded mind, deranged thought tank, fuck

Heavy rain, false rain storm

Break laws

Plowed through bare doors

Hit the floor, pass a pair of sores

No one gets hurt except Mary Jane Doe

Dragon breath smash your sket

Leave the sesh with half a head

Hidin' legs

Pass gym addicts with sniff habits

Blabbin’s listener, planet shifter

Walkin' alone

Pourin' patron in me orbital bone

You’ll know who I am when i’m smokin' again

I roll with the fam, Cult of the Damned

Roll like a dan cause I am

Puff, puff, pass get smoked we can mack

Caught in a jam I’m recordin' a cam

Don’t ever try to talk like you’re gang

Get caught in a jam i’m recordin' a cam

Don’t ever try to talk like you’re gang

Shakin' the tree of life until me brain becomes unsnagged

A good son slash scumbag, thrown' broken bottles at a punch bag

Eatin' me munch like someone’s tryna steal it

Approach the future like Simon Phoenix

Old school of thought, skippin' classes

Like everything’s molasses

Seein' life through these wilted rose tinted glasses

But either way I seize the day

Crisis loan for dro, EMA for E&J

Clutching me stomach like Strike from Clockers

But I don’t like the doctors

We make that type of music that you can’t find

Watching signed daytime TV at nighttime half blind

Seek repentance for sins I have yet to commit

Parked up at Starbucks gettin' head in the whip

97' purple Ford

I’ve got nothin' but tracky clad skeletons in me wardrobe

Sweg

Yeah, and all these Twinkies on my neck gave me a cold heart

I’m on a frenzy treat the Bentley like a go-cart

Drivin' so fast you couldn’t see me go past

In my own class, shinin' in my glow stance

Don’t ask, yeah you know who I am

Upside down cross, and holes in my hands

616 Devil Gang got some stuff on him

Miley Cyrus on me, release the doves on him

Dressed in all white, i’m sniffin pure white

Yeah I’ve been up all night, but i’m feelin alright

Porch light thats why the grass is lookin' greener

Parkin' up my Beamer steamin' sparkin' up sativa

Come party with the demons

Growing weed in the same garden I had Eve in

You don’t know me from Adam but now were even

So how you feelin'?

It’s like love without a feelin'