This disc includes the 16-track Sensimilla album and the 8-track Hallelujah 420 EP. Disc comes in a wrapped jewel case and features art by Lil Alien Boi, artbychkn, Benrglr and Francisco Moraga. Tracks are listed on the back of the case, and the Hallelujah 420 EP cover is displayed inside.
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I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Shawties get wet like skipped rocks for hip hop
Twist em like braids, a wave in my zip lock
Keep your lips locked, or pussy, you get 'em ripped off
If I ever told I would skip off the tip top, in the cold gotta sniff snot
Still getting colder 'cause my heart was like a freezer but it ripped out
Ten pounds pushing, I don't know about a zip now
So blue, I be walking like a Crip now, niggas getting out of line I pull the whip out
Pull up, smack him in the mouth until he spit the chips out
Shit, I ain't seen blood in a minute, now
Wonder just how many motherfucking bodies hit the ground
On the Greyhound, moving pounds, in and out of town
Steady fucking up the game, that's why you beefing like a cow
Move more than you suckers, so I shit on you like doo doo
Crazy money coming, like it's magic, like it's voodoo
Guess a nigga blessed, I'm just finessing with that juju
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Did the grind stop? You niggas is tweaking
I was just a little boy and I was still your weedman
OG Skunk, yeah you punks was geeking
I don't take days off, party like The Weeknd
On a Monday, most likely I'm popping the bottle
With a blunt, looks like I graduated, now off to Harvard
Running laps, I'm in your trap and nigga I got a car load
The coppers tryna find me in Polo and they yelling narco
They didn't know a nigga in and out of Chanel, now
Money on my brain, on a light day, I stack ten thou'
Foreign bitches on my phone, no pen pal
Hundred pies in the sky, that's some big mail
Chicken crispy, I got sauce like some ox tail
Shit, a lot of pussies tried to get me but they all failed
A lotta haters and it's fuck how they all feel
Bread like a bakery, game like a ball field
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
credits
from Sensimilla,
track released April 7, 2020
Produced by Frenzy
Mixed & Mastered by Sebii @ Nocturnal Society
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