Cvees (ft. Probe DMS, Swave Sevah, and Ike P) - “Boost”

[Emcee(s): Probe DMS, Swave Sevah, and Ike P]

[Producer(s): Insane and Probe DMS]

[Sample: [?] - “[?]”]

[Hook: Sample from [?] - “[?]”]

I need a

Boost. Cats hold me

High, from-from feeling this

Shame around and around, can’t go

Forward. I-I need a

Boost. Cats hold me

High, from-from feeling this

Shame around and around, can’t go

Forward. I-I need a

[Verse 1: Probe DMS]

Blunt for breakfast, a blunt for brunch

A blunt for lunch. My free time, snack on some crunch

And munch. Then it’s blunts for supper. Brown spots

On the upper part of my lip from smoking clips. I can’t

Resist—(Why?)—my peeps always visit with assist

When I’m broke and I want to smoke, they always insist that

I toke, knowing I’m gonna have half when I get dough

What a joke. Niggas make me laugh Haha. Anyway

The topic for today, all the math, is trying

To get high, and the path in the past being wide, but (What?)

Nowadays, it’s kind of narrow for Darryl. It’s kind

Of making me feel like I’m not the sharpest arrow

It’s taking me away from where I want to go and be

Smoking on these foreign trees, I could hardly think straight

Let alone see. I want to get highed up

Don’t want to die like Bruce Lee, but...

[Hook: Sample from [?] - “[?]”]

I-I need a

Boost. Cats hold me

High, from-from feeling this

Shame around and around, can’t go

Forward. I-I need a

Boost. Cats hold me

High, from-from feeling this

Shame around and around, can’t go

Forward. I-I need a

[Verse 2: Swave Sevah and Drug Dealer]

“Yo, you got that?” “Yeah, mon”

“Is it the truth?” “Yeah.” “Word? Let me get two”

“Hah.” “Hooo! It’s a nice, hefty sack

But don’t disappear, yo, ‘cause if it’s wack, I’ll be back”

“I’m not going nowhere.” “But, then again, I’ll be back if it’s lethal

So you might as well stay put. Either way, I’ma see you.” “Oh”

“No seeds, smell got me, swell

Possibly. About to go up the street and get the beef

Peace.” “Peace.” Put it together and wrap it in a leaf

Inhale relief, exhale the grief

Get rid of some of the stress from the week

Try not to let outsider fears affect where I sleep

Analyze the situation and pinpoint my problems

Weight all my options, find a solution, and solve ‘em

It’s a challenge, but the weed keep me balanced

So if you don’t want to feel of the tyrants, pass the chalice

[Hook: Sample from [?] - “[?]”]

I-I need a

Boost. Cats hold me

High, from-from feeling this

Shame around and around, can’t go

Forward. I-I need a

Boost. Cats hold me

High, from-from feeling this

Shame around and around, can’t go

Forward. I-I need a

[Verse 3: Ike P]

Keep the mind bent

Twist the green that leaves the lime scent. It’s more than

Intent. Every day, it’s a ritualistic regiment

A prime requirement. Time after time, I desire it

Rhyming in cypher or if I’m in the crib on some quiet shit

Don’t pass me that—I don’t fuck with coke, E, or crack

Just give me some cellophane or some haze shrinkwrap

Blaze for many days and can’t think back. The residual

Effect is taking its toll, making my lips black

“Can I hit that?” Chill, get back, get from out of

My cloud—there’s always a clown that hovers around

Chronic spots I always linger and browse. Comb the streets

For some homegrown treats, cop, retreat, then lounge

I know TBA’ll want to get down. Myself drowned

From getting busy with too much drizzy, Henny, or Crown

There’s plenty to go around—just puff, puff, pass. If you

Want, take the L to the face ‘til you fall on your ass

I’ll represent the advocation of grass

[Hook: Sample from [?] - “[?]”]

I-I need a

Boost. Cats hold me

High, from-from feeling this

Shame around and around, can’t go

Forward. I-I need a

Boost. Cats hold me

High, from-from feeling this

Shame around and around, can’t go

Forward. I-I need a