AUDIO: Reece x Jay Jody s BLUE TPE by A

South African singer-songwriter and performer, A, introduces a song titled "Reece x Jay Jody s BLUE TPE".

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A Reece x Jay Jody s BLUE TPE Lyrics:
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven

Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven

(Uh, who's that smoking on my indoor?)
Let's get high tonight
Touch the sky tonight
High

(Uh, who's that smoking on my indoor?)
Relax your mind tonight
Just be mine tonight
High
(Mine)

You already know, you already know
Smoking on the dro', smoking on the dro'
You already know, you already know
Smoking on the dro' and I'm sipping slow

(Who's that smoking on my indoor?)
Yeah, let's get high tonight
Touch the sky tonight (oh, yeah, yeah)
(Uh, who's that smoking on my indoor?)
Yeah, relax your mind tonight
Touch the sky tonight (oh, yeah, yeah)

Yo, yo
Never had to say I'm back 'cause I would never leave (never)
My weed is more expensive than the sneakers on your feet (facts)
Hitting that reefer, it's sending me straight to Heaven (yeah)
Jose Quervo runneth over, spilling on my jeans (splash)
I pour the rest onto the ground I'm yelling, "Rest in peace" (amen)
We going up for all the niggas buried underneath (yeah)
I had to set the scene, I bet they know me out in Tel Aviv
Don't believe the hype you read on twitter feeds (woo)
Yeah, life is sweeter than a daiquiri
Her body looking like a piece inside a gallery (woo)
Keep it a hundred, you can spare me all the flattery
They tryna block my shine, throwing shade like a canopy (keep going)
So many strains, I'm feeling like a flower gatherer
You ain't smoking if you smoking with the amateurs
Be grateful if you catch me smiling for the cameras
I'm Heath Ledger 'cause I'm never out of character (yeah)

(Uh, who's that smoking on my indoor?)
Let's get high tonight
Touch the sky tonight
High

(Uh, who's that smoking on my indoor?)
Relax your mind tonight
Just be mine tonight (yeah)
High (yeah)

No cutting corners, I went the nine yards (yeah)
Reward myself with wine inside a Libbey Vineyard (nice)
Feelin' on her body, kiss her on the nice part (muah)
What a predicament, she's got me in her tight spot
I paint pictures not because I studied fine arts
I'm painting a picture 'cause she's visualizing my bars
I'm by far (far) the most celestial
I never get pressed, I'm presidential, uh (woo)
Henny my poison 'cause I'm a ill nigga
Yo, winter baby so I'm a chill nigga
They keep shooting at us, like Jordan Peele, nigga
Do it 'til you're sick of me, I hope you never heal, nigga
Don't be smoking on my indoor, outsider
You and I are not the same, I'm an outlier
I need space, meaning I'm tryna be home buyer
Cash wires, bank notes, the whole choir

Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven

Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven