Fly Rebel Society - HAF [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: godly mC]
And i'm on the green cheifin' with my homies
Tho' this ain't Kansas City
Eyes red as they helmets
So all my botanists feel me
Feel free to interject with some zest for my chest
Lemon haze got ya body in arrest
I drop bars for 'em , sky high, super star for 'em
Really thats the norm, but still i'm in rare form
Sitting on the cloud, coming down and they watch the reign
My mind is like an airshow and this is one of the planes
Of thought, get on my level
Godly, Fly Rebel
She graduated to backwoods, no more cigarillos
Only hit it once she just here for the mellow
Blacklight make the smoke glow yellow
Green lady in a brown dress, invite her , in-hale-o
All my niggas smokin' flavors, more flavors than jello
More flavors than jello? somewhat a connoisseur
But all these flowers in my meadow, I can't even touch the floor

[Hook: Cooley]
We be high as fuck (2x)
Lega-c don't smoke
So we be high as fuck
We be high as fuck (2x)
Ryda Blak don't smoke
So we be high as fuck
We be high as fuck
Uhh
We be high as fuck
Sierra can't smoke
So we be high as fuck
We be high as fuck
We be high as fuck
Nigga

[Verse 2: TeeJay]
Started from the bottom now I'm cloud nine
Kissin on the spine of sumn fine that say she love my rhymes
That ecstasy won't get the best of me
So tell Mary j set up a session for me
Supply nothing but exotic, I'm tryin get away
Blow away my problems for another day
Nd on that other day, roll up another j
They say why ya eyes low, tell em you was in race
To top, king shit, spark and oversee nd shit
Rollin up sum luxury, maybach caprices
When I'm in the sessions, it's two hits nd dish off
If this one is personal, pull up like I'm Chris Paul
That's a facial, what I smoke interracial
Vanilla and a chocolate, dutches on the label
Split em down the middle, fill it with that good
Wanna burn one with ya boy i think you should

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cooley]
I get more high the a lil bit
One point two grams get a nigga lit
I be smokin on Pineapple Express
These lil niggas dyin off snigglefits
A lil freak joint and a fat blunt
On the real
What more could a nigga want
Like forreal
What more could a nigga need
Bright leaves
Sunkist strands
No seeds
Gettin smacked in the back of a lac
Never off track
Wrote this track in the backseat
Of my nigga MC SUV
Smokin OG
Fuckabout the police
Tell a bitch "roll up or roll out"
Me tee MC
Bring the hoes out
Hit a blunt
Hit the stage then show out
When we done
Roll one
Then we roll out

[Hook]