Feeling Is Gone

[Intro: Mac Miller & Barry Manilow]

TreeJay presents Sour Hour

I just hit this weed, but uh, now it's like

The feelin' is gone and I must get it back right away (Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Ah, damn, think I just put out my last blunt

Empty plastic bag, lookin' like I need to grab some bomb

'Cause this feelin' is gone

I'm comin' down off this high and the weekend is long

It's full of grind, so I need to get some shit to ease my mind

Call me Corona 'cause I gotta keep that lime

Got pine like Sol

Without it, I'ma fall and break

Chingy with the sticky, my connect is just a call away

I grab the zip, why we gotta smoke it all today?

I should be chillin', coppin' shoes at the mall with cake

But I gotta keep workin' like an office space

Comin' after numbers, now they call me Deuteronomy

My weed is fuel, so I need that sour diesеl

Just called my dude, in a half an hour he will hit mе

Billy keep the flavors of the sticky

That do you like some acid, have you tripping

Yeah, you know I smoke it, your mama probably smoke it

And I can guarantee Obama smoke it

Just hittin' Ls with Michelle, shit, I think I'm sober now

Let me grab my cell and see what smoke's around

[Interlude: Mac Miller, Bill The Kid & Barry Manilow]

Ayo, Bill

Yo, what's good, Mac?

Yeah, I need some weed, man, I'm out

Uh, alright, alright

Right now

Aight, man, damn

Yeah, right now, I'm comin' over

What you need it that bad for?

Man, you know how it is when it's just like

The feelin' is gone and I must get it back right away (Okay, okay, yeah, look)

[Verse 2: Bill The Kid]

I got that good weed sendin', hit this chronic smoke

Pounds to QPs, so they send me out with closet fulls

Yeah, I'm honest, it's 4:48 on the dot

You know I counted eighteen thou' for five of them

Been around, rollin' Swishers, blowin' clouds of piff

Ounce of sour down, goin' in, you know what time it is

Thinkin' over lines, smokin', never too high to spit

Never doin' time 'cause we seem friendly in environment

Ready to retire my early twenties, so I'm tryna spit

And get my work in' heavy so there's plenty more time to live

I can't lie, I'm livin' better, so I'll die with what I did

That's why I'm smokin' all the time with Mac Miller

So when he hits me, get my bitch up off me

Smokin' out the Civi' all night, never miss the party

Yeah, get a starter on those spliffs, you know we's gets cigars for later

For that late-night Swisher with your bitch, she on me

And wake up to the next hit, early mornin' smokin'

Strap my Jordans, goin' to breakfast, blowin' smoke out like Vince, yeah