Dustin Warbear - Colorado Avenue Lyrics

See the whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
Keep the gas above an O, roundabouting on the bowl
And the whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
Yeah it's wax on, caps off, with these pens and pre-rolls
Rolling down, Colorado Avenue
Got a blunt lit up, in the pack's another two
Feel like I'm cruising rainbow road, life is looking like cartoons
Got nowhere we gotta go, just one thing we gotta do
Roll the windows up when we blow endo
Whether cruisin a Ferrari or a pinto
Smoke be filling, floor to ceiling
Thick like crisco
No destination, driving nowhere, just to get home
I think it's time for a vacation
I'm not talking across the nation
I just need to take a little trip
Away from where I'm stationed
Turn on my favorite station
Vibe along with the vibrations
Feel the shaking mind gone vacant
To all former obligations
Sometimes you just need to make a dedication
To take a break and cruise in the shine or the precipitation
Plant from a plantation causing me placation
Taken to new elevation
Negating all negative manifestations
The whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
Keep the gas above an O, roundabouting on the bowl
And the whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
Yeah it's wax on, caps off, with these pens and pre-rolls
Rolling down, Colorado Avenue
Got a blunt lit up, in the pack's another two
Feel like I'm cruising rainbow road, life is looking like cartoons
Got nowhere we gotta go, just one thing we gotta do
Roll the windows up when we blow endo
Whether cruisin a Ferrari or a pinto
Smoke be filling, floor to ceiling
Thick like crisco
No destination, driving nowhere, just to get home
Hold up
Just need a little time away from all stress at work and home
The baggage building in my brain
Piles filling every nook and cranny I can find the space
I'm running out of room and if they get too big I go insane
It's getting hard to clean around the clutter in this shrinking space,
My days outnumbered by intruders in my place,
Im face to face with strangers and the strangest part is when I wipe the grime away
I recognize the look of shame upon my former face
I feel disgraced, I never thought when I was young it'd be this way,
But you live and learn, that's what they say, okay
Must evacuate the trash before the structure buckles from the weight
Relocate to incinerate, eviscerate 'fore it's too late
I know a place where I can go to let my demons free,
The void between the place I'm needed and the place I need to be,
Drown em on the open road like we threw em overboard at sea,
The mists of change precipitate a storm before the calm you
See the whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
But the gas is running low, guess we gotta stop for more
Rolling back down, Colorado Avenue
But the roach too low to hold, I gotta pass it back to you
Feel like we hit a pot of gold with the golden pot we blowing through
So if you got nowhere to go, hit the repeat, I'll smoke with you

See the whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
Keep the gas above an O, roundabouting on the bowl
And the whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
Yeah it's wax on, caps off, with these pens and pre-rolls
Rolling down, Colorado Avenue
Got a blunt lit up, in the pack's another two
Feel like I'm cruising rainbow road, life is looking like cartoons
Got nowhere we gotta go, just one thing we gotta do
Roll the windows up when we blow endo
Whether cruisin a Ferrari or a pinto
Smoke be filling, floor to ceiling
Thick like crisco
No destination, driving nowhere, just to get home
I think it's time for a vacation
I'm not talking across the nation
I just need to take a little trip
Away from where I'm stationed
Turn on my favorite station
Vibe along with the vibrations
Feel the shaking mind gone vacant
To all former obligations
Sometimes you just need to make a dedication
To take a break and cruise in the shine or the precipitation
Plant from a plantation causing me placation
Taken to new elevation
Negating all negative manifestations
The whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
Keep the gas above an O, roundabouting on the bowl
And the whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
Yeah it's wax on, caps off, with these pens and pre-rolls
Rolling down, Colorado Avenue
Got a blunt lit up, in the pack's another two
Feel like I'm cruising rainbow road, life is looking like cartoons
Got nowhere we gotta go, just one thing we gotta do
Roll the windows up when we blow endo
Whether cruisin a Ferrari or a pinto
Smoke be filling, floor to ceiling
Thick like crisco
No destination, driving nowhere, just to get home
Hold up
Just need a little time away from all stress at work and home
The baggage building in my brain
Piles filling every nook and cranny I can find the space
I'm running out of room and if they get too big I go insane
It's getting hard to clean around the clutter in this shrinking space,
My days outnumbered by intruders in my place,
Im face to face with strangers and the strangest part is when I wipe the grime away
I recognize the look of shame upon my former face
I feel disgraced, I never thought when I was young it'd be this way,
But you live and learn, that's what they say, okay
Must evacuate the trash before the structure buckles from the weight
Relocate to incinerate, eviscerate 'fore it's too late
I know a place where I can go to let my demons free,
The void between the place I'm needed and the place I need to be,
Drown em on the open road like we threw em overboard at sea,
The mists of change precipitate a storm before the calm you
See the whip hotboxed like it's nothing
Got the loudest when I roll, still I never cracked a window
Like magic, I'm riding, draggin, puffin
But the gas is running low, guess we gotta stop for more
Rolling back down, Colorado Avenue
But the roach too low to hold, I gotta pass it back to you
Feel like we hit a pot of gold with the golden pot we blowing through
So if you got nowhere to go, hit the repeat, I'll smoke with you