| Song | Kush in My Pockets |
| Artist | Aer |
| Album | The Bright Side |
| Yo Roo is that shit rolled up? [Chorus- David] | |
| Good kush in my pockets, | |
| Chicks at my spot be the hottest, | |
| Air max under my new corduroys, | |
| Neighbors telling me to turn down the noise, | |
| Huh? what? why you gotta ruin my buzz? | |
| Huh? what? come on man… [Verse 1- Carter] | |
| If I got Kush in my pockets, during a show, you know | |
| I’mma rock it, | |
| Carter’s got no plans of stopping, hop on this hop beat, try and top it, | |
| She watch | |
| Degrassi, heels on the coffee table, blow like kamikaze, | |
| Hit up Ohio to kick it with | |
| Bobby, folded like origami, | |
| You keep saying let’s drink, but you never pour, | |
| Fruit of the loom, cream of the crop at the door, | |
| Nice effort girl don’t try to allure me, if you fuck with me you needa know, well, | |
| I make a sane girl crazy, a go getta girl lazy, | |
| Been running the same crew, humming the same tune since i was a baby, | |
| Two decades later they say they gon crave me, so light up that good | |
| Let’s get this room purple hazy, [Chorus- David] | |
| Good kush in my pockets, | |
| Chicks at my spot be the hottest, | |
| Air max under my new corduroys, | |
| Neighbors telling me to turn down the noise, | |
| Huh? what? why you gotta ruin my buzz? | |
| Huh? what? come on man… [Verse 2- Carter] | |
| I’m gripping a | |
| Tennessee honey and sipping the other, | |
| I live under cover, | |
| Cuz when you unwrap it, | |
| I’m like the commander of action, | |
| While ripping a verse, | |
| And flicking my ash, | |
| If you thinking of shit talking, and cutting my line, | |
| I’m coming running with a hundred summoned buddies of mine, | |
| Y’all know | |
| Griffin will flip on the sinners, | |
| And Gabe will be holding it down, | |
| And Glove will come through at the end of it all with a clutch amount of that loud, | |
| Gotta go a hundred miles for you to get what you want | |
| Got mine right here rolled up in this blunt | |
| Gotta go a hundred miles for you to get what you want | |
| Got mine right here rolled up in this blunt [Chorus- David] | |
| Good kush in my pockets, | |
| Chicks at my spot be the hottest, | |
| Air max under my new corduroys, | |
| Neighbors telling me to turn down the noise, | |
| Huh? what? why you gotta ruin my buzz? | |
| Huh? what? come on man… [Chorus- David] | |
| Good kush in my pockets, | |
| Chicks at my spot be the hottest, | |
| Air max under my new corduroys, | |
| Neighbors telling me to turn down the noise, | |
| Huh? what? why you gotta ruin my buzz? | |
| Huh? what? come on man… |
| Yo Roo is that shit rolled up? Chorus David | |
| Good kush in my pockets, | |
| Chicks at my spot be the hottest, | |
| Air max under my new corduroys, | |
| Neighbors telling me to turn down the noise, | |
| Huh? what? why you gotta ruin my buzz? | |
| Huh? what? come on man Verse 1 Carter | |
| If I got Kush in my pockets, during a show, you know | |
| I' mma rock it, | |
| Carter' s got no plans of stopping, hop on this hop beat, try and top it, | |
| She watch | |
| Degrassi, heels on the coffee table, blow like kamikaze, | |
| Hit up Ohio to kick it with | |
| Bobby, folded like origami, | |
| You keep saying let' s drink, but you never pour, | |
| Fruit of the loom, cream of the crop at the door, | |
| Nice effort girl don' t try to allure me, if you fuck with me you needa know, well, | |
| I make a sane girl crazy, a go getta girl lazy, | |
| Been running the same crew, humming the same tune since i was a baby, | |
| Two decades later they say they gon crave me, so light up that good | |
| Let' s get this room purple hazy, Chorus David | |
| Good kush in my pockets, | |
| Chicks at my spot be the hottest, | |
| Air max under my new corduroys, | |
| Neighbors telling me to turn down the noise, | |
| Huh? what? why you gotta ruin my buzz? | |
| Huh? what? come on man Verse 2 Carter | |
| I' m gripping a | |
| Tennessee honey and sipping the other, | |
| I live under cover, | |
| Cuz when you unwrap it, | |
| I' m like the commander of action, | |
| While ripping a verse, | |
| And flicking my ash, | |
| If you thinking of shit talking, and cutting my line, | |
| I' m coming running with a hundred summoned buddies of mine, | |
| Y' all know | |
| Griffin will flip on the sinners, | |
| And Gabe will be holding it down, | |
| And Glove will come through at the end of it all with a clutch amount of that loud, | |
| Gotta go a hundred miles for you to get what you want | |
| Got mine right here rolled up in this blunt | |
| Gotta go a hundred miles for you to get what you want | |
| Got mine right here rolled up in this blunt Chorus David | |
| Good kush in my pockets, | |
| Chicks at my spot be the hottest, | |
| Air max under my new corduroys, | |
| Neighbors telling me to turn down the noise, | |
| Huh? what? why you gotta ruin my buzz? | |
| Huh? what? come on man Chorus David | |
| Good kush in my pockets, | |
| Chicks at my spot be the hottest, | |
| Air max under my new corduroys, | |
| Neighbors telling me to turn down the noise, | |
| Huh? what? why you gotta ruin my buzz? | |
| Huh? what? come on man |