Delta Breeze, the best has yet to come...
still killing it
One Love, I noticed there have been tons of listeners peepin my music. Hopefully y'all turn into fans. If you don't wanna drop anything on the message board, go ahead and email me at adonisproductions@hotmail.com or you could drop something at
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Promotion is key to suceeding in the music industry. I have been to LA and now I am in the Portland area working out the kinks to my game. As of late, I have been spending time with my family while I can. Living life is important no matter what. Don't forget we as the future can't lose sight of ourselves in this paradox. Knowledge is power, but as one we won't pull through. Share your wisdom with each other so as a group we'll make this world what it is supposed to be. Freedom is in the power of the wrist, which turns the key; unlocking the slow into a sensational amount of momentum...
-Delta Breeze
Story behind the song
Happy hour is like groundhog's day, at least for me it is.
Lyrics
Get f*** ed up Drink Up Get f*** ed up Smoke a blunt
Get f*** ed up Crack that bottle Get f*** ed up Everybody now
Get f*** ed up Smoke it Get f*** ed up Drink It
Get f*** ed up I'm tellin you you gotta Get f*** ed up
(bottle opens)
The second I pull up Red carpet rolls out right when I show up
Clubs packed, like shoulder to shoulder Thank God it's 21 n older
Cause I'm drunk and half way to thrown up Blazed blunts, bomb already blown up
Eyes shut, I see you wantin to bone cause I look like a minor, but I'm already grown up
They keep calling me Jesus, repeatin It so much I might even believe it
Faded off a half bottle of Seagrams Walking around lookin like I'm still sleepin
Knockin over sh** for no reason No more bud just a bag of weed steams
I'm needin 2 more rounds of the alki This is how we kickin it, now we
(Chorus)
(Dan)
Damn, only 12 o'clock, I'm already f*** ed up Double fisted Jack, and Henny in the cup
Bobbin n weavin, with my mouth on mush Beyond faded, smokin on such n such
Probly shouldn't smoke, I'm way too drunk Pass the sh** to me, I might fumble the blunt
F*** that, hit that, aww sh** , step back Might Hulk up and make some heads crack
Might spot your b*** , and start to spit Whisper in her ear, and grab me some tits
Now if she's sober, I'll probly get slapped But we're drinkin n smokin, back to back
She twist her back out, shakin that ass My mind on swerve, just say the word
Fill up my cup, and we can bend a curb U can put your mouth on me, don't leave no hickie
Plenty other broads I would rather take home with me Now I ain't picky, sh** I'm way too tipsy
Everybody don't ya love gettin f*** ed up with me
(Chorus)
Breeze, in a manoge, they lickin my balls New blue, henny n yall
Want the incredible hulk Pullin me, and keep tuggin my coat
I smoke what you try to be That's why you try to be as high as me
Eyes bleed, I need privacy Your girl, just smiles at me
3 or 4 drinks she's buying me Tryin to see, if we can play hide n seek
Tellin the truth every time and never lying to me Why you come crying to me
Confinde in me, sh** Good luck finding me
From the 916 to the 503 I stay high like SouthWest piolets be
(Chorus x2)
