"Zoning" lyrics

(Big vibes, big waves)
(You know what time it is?)
(It's timeless)

(This shit smoking so smooth too)
I'm zoning (zoning)
I been back to back rolling
New s- Mac cargo only once growing (sheesh)
A hundred plus Jars taking notes while I'm smoking
And the air feel a little different when you sit above the ocean (by the beach)
Shout to the bridgers let me educate you about it
I started with a zipper, now we faded by the pallet
That's love, the drugs, it got me out the mud (out the mud)
It got me in this crib, the view compliment the buzz
I forget where I was, six different homes (six)
I took 300 and blew it on a stone (wanna rough)
My pinky worth the crib, what a acre in a pool?
Go direct to the source, don't let 'em play you like a fool (never)
I'm cool as bay breeze someone called drizzy (call Drake)
In Toronto going nuts, bull rider got me dizzy
The bills all crispy, I paid with all cash (cash)
Then pulled out the bank I pulled it out the brown bag (brown bag)

Ooh, fog up the glass
Back seat ridin' with the windows cracked (with the windows cracked)
Ooh, little different round here (yeah)
The air a little thicker around here (it's different)
Fog up the glass
Good times rollin' make it hard to pass (yeah)
Ooh, little different round here
They look thicker around here

I'm zoning, I be in my own world (my own world)
My heart beating, it feel like I'm on girl
The room smell like p- from the chi I just lit
I'm quiet like I'm about to plead the fifth
This chess is hard to pass, I'ma need a zip
I'm smoking for the homies until they feed a click
The crew don't eat much you don't feed them -
Bought them little ass chains, I'm like we'll need a whip (we'll need a whip)
Cast on my spot, go ahead and try
It's not stepping on my toes, when you sold 'em all out (sold 'em all out)
Yeah, white ash with the hash ring (hash ring)
My living room looking like the damn crane (on Amsterdam)
I smoke too good to have a bad dream
But rich is so six but they never even had creme (had creme)
Legendary moves only
Shout to the bigger homie Bottie (Bottie what's up?) Yeah

Ooh, fog up the glass
Back seat ridin' with the windows cracked (with the windows cracked)
Ooh, little different round here (yeah)
The air a little thicker around here (it's different)
Fog up the glass
Good times rollin' make it hard to pass (yeah)
Ooh, a little different round here
The air little thicker around here
(Around here, yeah)
(Around here, around here, around here, yeah)
(There's levels to the lakes)
(The air a little thicker around here)
(The view's a little different around here)
(Gotti)