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To The Moon
03:29
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To the Moon
(Jonathan UniteUs) verse 1
Born with a gift harnessing all my potential
The moment that it flips appreciate all that I’ve been thru
Drunk nights
Head spinning
Seeing settings monumental
Peace to my predecessors and professors
Push the envelope if you really know where u trying to get to
Nggas deviate
Try and throw ya rise off schedule
I see the spectrum
Good and evil with the in between
Either were flying high, not satisfied or chasing breesh
The work continue
Never stopped but that’s an afterthought
Transform into beast mode
Watch me Animorph
Can’t hold me back from where I’m going
Can’t a corn pop a colonel
Even if the sucker holding
Swear he better have aim
Or at least half a brain
(Chorus)
Now take a ride feel this high
Hit the La
Let the music commence
Where there’s fire there’ll b smoke
That’s the signal
Yeah we’re moving again
And if ya feeling that nice
Roll up the raw, make sure it’s wrapped tight
Get you a business and some act right
Show you what moving with a mac like
(Joey Golden) verse 1
My body, still animated
The creator gave us another day to update the manga
Gratitude to the savior
Fortune favors the bold
Caps lock ain’t the same bruh
My story, symbolic like
Sanskrit
Nigga I’m Leaving fingers and handprints
We been here
They’ll discover us later
The answers is
Being in Need of undivided attention
won’t do me no favor
If you not adding to the equation
Creators Leaving craters by the curators
You know we gotta clear our space
We the natives. Had to be innovative.
We like our shit spacious
See me clearer than LASIK
Had plans to invest and make flips like
skate tricks till I got back on my feet
Now that’s a bail out
I wrote checks that my mouth cash
Till I spit a Bill out
Lease it til I cop a Mil house
Looking at Supreme figures in my wheelhouse
(Chorus)
Now take a ride feel this high
Hit the La
Let the music commence
Where there’s fire there’ll b smoke
That’s the signal
Yeah we’re moving again
And if ya feeling that nice
Roll up the raw, make sure it’s wrapped tight
Get you a business and some act right
Show you what moving with a mac like
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2. |
H.A.MF feat. JMNOP
04:29
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(Chorus)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
(JMNOP) verse 1
Muthafucka, if you got it
Go ahead and blaze the chronic
That shit that’s sure to cause a shift just like plate tectonics
Guaranteed to blow ya mind this time like the Delfonics
Make you and yo fam Pump up the jam like technotronic
Come on Light that shit on fire, Nigga
Stetsasonic
Take a pull enjoy the grass and make sure you flick the ash
What you babysittin for, you weed wastin bastard?
You supposed to hit that muthafucka twice and then you pass
Whether it’s a half
or a 3pointer like Curry
Sunshine in a bag
that Gorilla get me lifted like Murray
Love my women earthy quite curvy
That carry they own shit
and bring Dutches like Fergie
Or better raw paper if she treat me like a jawbreaker I could keep a secret between us like Las Vegas
GG, Sour, tangie, platinum kush my core flavors
This weed got me gone, Cheech and Chong
Everybody sing along
(Chorus)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
(Jonathan UniteUs) verse 2
Suns use, she broke down
Nah she wasn’t crying
Rolled up
Got smoked out
Then it’s back to vibin
She like that neo soul R&B
I’m more the 3-6 Mafia type of g
Trippy 7 days a week
Miss me with a strain that’s weak
Potent contents only
Smell the odor when my order was delivered by my homie
This that feeling like, time don’t exist
Got my eyes to the skies
We was flyin off the shits
Laying in the smoke clouds as my hands traced her hips
“What we smoking on?” she asking me
That shit to put you in the mood and take us back to sleep
She took a toke, said, “relax” and slipped under the sheets
I’m like, Oh damn shorty you revealed the freak
Peaked at boo she ain’t slick
Was in the mood to hide and seek
(Chorus)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
High as a motherfucker (yeah)
(Joey Golden) verse 3
I’m on 2 edis on the plane to the chi
Smell me everywhere I go I’m never playing shy
I’m saying what I’m saying
I ain’t waitin for replies
Let alone keeping track
Moving forward into time
Flying back
Already hit the bro for the next pack
No traffic just green going to the next bags
Jah split the art
Setting up another get back
Plus I’m still investing
repositioned
portfolios to flip that
Bro is a historian so he preserved the rules
But I’m a rebel
Just selfies
No passing just Melo
Stay healthy
No passion just vibes
No gassing just gas
Just chief
No pilgrim just tribe
Cop the low
Sell em for the high
Caught the low stock
sell it when it’s high
All my arrows
Going to the sky
And my dogs got coin
Like Elon when you chilling with Joe
Roll again
We getting higher than a mf
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3. |
WRAPS
02:30
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(Jonathan UniteUs) verse 1
his be the illest sht you heard in ya life
Navigate while they gravitate
I don’t really favor followers and that ain’t slight or hate
Words just hold massive weight
Gel with supporters and all of the friends made
Just tryna make sumn fly and get paid
First things first have fun, that’s on instinct
Character and cunning what carry careers a distance
I know you sick of hearing rappers rap about Rap
Sick of nggas lying cuz they ain’t strapped
Rat in a mouse trap
This is what I’ve lived wanna speak bout what I love
But, nggas ain’t about that
Face first into unfamiliar territory
Soul snatching, one night stands just another story
I ain’t know it was that easy separating ppl into categories
Humans not objects or bodies used for just sex
Money been the motive but y’all fcked with the mindset
I ain’t perfect either
Just been looking for the balance ‘tween the measurements of my rep
(Joey Golden) verse 2
Try to will it away but still pain
Ask my treadmill if i feel the same
Run away sane til I came back normal
CREAM we at carvel
slacking cause Of my smoking?
Naw Really I pack ferocious
That YOU pack what we ordering
Last bums what we smoking on
My palace was potions
Peeling a pack of the potent
My rhyme book always open
my job ain’t never closing
Niggas jobs ain’t open
Niggas got hearts broken
Broken up with they spouses
pain
How do you not feel chosen
Just have your pain bespoke Like clothing
they clovers Was 4 leaves too short
No luck of the draw
Just the stems
Seal the pain
In the vocals
Some Niggas never seen in the photos
like big foot
Not a print of evidence
Running on faith
Regenerating
Green outta no where
Like piccolo in arms race
Envy and dollars
Divided the drop outs and the scholars
Increase of mileage on a tires til they fade
Out in the driveway
We far from our riding days
It’s night and day
But this time we brought hours
My Nigga I got time today
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4. |
Heat Check
02:17
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(Jonathan UniteUs) vese 1
The day I met hip hop said she was beautiful
Never felt I fit in but this was suitable
Tailor made
Fitted in my own, that’s how my unit move
Children of the lunch table
Children’s story sing-a-long
Look at what that spirit made you
We doing well after all
As long as there’s a pulse I’m thankful
World ain’t no happily ever after all and shts painful
At least I got this contrast of colors just to paint, cool
Every idea, highkey IKEA
Assembling and building up towards my freedom
Played the high road, now I’m tryna high roll
4, 5, 6’s in my eyeballs
Get ya head cracked keep speaking in that high tone
I’m grown
Mind ya manners don’t mind what I’m on
Put u on a poster right b4 u hear the dial tone
Sincerely, I ain’t never leaving my zone
(Joey Golden) verse 2
I’m from America where every complaint
sound like a humble brag
And every compliment
sounds like descriptions of wrath
Outside of class taught us more about classes
Before lint
shorties give it up fast
I been The spitting upperclass
Thought I Had em smitten in the past
Shifted visions from lyrics
Getting revised at mass
Niggas thought I pivoted
I stayed legitimate and waited
And put my bands together like a playlists
Them satanist was grading shit
But god curved it
Try to Doctor some Magic numbers
My discernment is earning
Past and the future with the net like irving
I Let the ball roll like gervin
Niggas put extra spin on they english
Im working on the boards
till more and more of views become scenic
I got soul and still followed w reason
Due to my 3 eyes and the higher power
I’m The top dog in the region
You came up with excuses every season
I stayed firm and up a breast til the shit like cleavage
They views only a hindrance
known for ya 360 on you j Richardson
We ain’t gon remember you either
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Joey Golden & Jonathan UniteUs are thaJoint. The name represents your favorite things about life , your favorite strain of smoke and that favorite song you play 10 times straight to learn the words, flow and meaning of --
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