ORANGE INDICA Songtext
von ZAYALLCAPS

Yes sir

My bro white like The Professor
I be on the east side with B and Finessa

Who coulda guessed huh?
I be talking hecka cray so they call me a heckler

Lil bro he be flipping shit I call that nigga Sheckler
Check up, run my shit, spin it back Technics

In the lab off some caffeine man I′m hella geeked

I cannot sleep

Nigga that is not a metaphor
I wish I could just count them Z's

Not to be dramatic I ain′t know I would see 23
It's a mystery to me

In the city
I'm so indie
Like some indica

I′m so pretty
Inside
Fuck the physical


I be online
Inside
Fuck the physical

Thousand true fans
Fuck a stream
Dropping physicals

Need a blue band
Fuck the dream
We need residuals

Collab with the comrades
That′s collateral

Big brodie passed me the game
That's a lateral

I be tryna dodge the bullshit
I′m a matador

But That's my other job

On my day off
Got laid off
From my other job

Zay Bean Bryant
More time for a hundred shots


′Member back when I used to steal
Like a luncheon box

I was on that bullshit
I still needa learn a lot

I'm on bullshit
Ion give a fuck ′bout a bitch perc10 killed my emotions

Having motion
Feel like Usain off the lean them boys stuck in slow motion

I love and I loathe her
Wish her well gave her hell now she swear I'm bipolar

With a freak hoe I might take her to Dover
Cash out on Kiko she like Novruzova

Said she want fuck one more time she need closure
Once I stop arguing with you it's over

Bravado is rooted in trauma
I cannot talk to you can′t open the door

Seen a dead body, groceries on the floor
Can′t face nun my problems lay up with a whore

I'm sorry I said that, act out cause i′m bored
Upside down onna bean stack the racks to the floor

These niggas don't get no play

Sliding on a fucking Zay beat like I′m OJ
Brodie cutting up the white girl he think he OJ
Nun in this life I can't do, feel like Bo J

Jackson if you catch me, she in the backseat getting nasty
Messed up her face, rhinoplasty
Dark tinted vehicle crackas try harass me

(Damn)