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Tie Downs (prod. by The Funk Junkie)
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After 15 of writing music and being a stoner I haven't made a smoking song. Well my friends here I present "tie downs." Produced by the brilliant The Funk Junkie. Enjoy the smooth soulful sounds of the northwest's most underground artist.
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self-produced independent underground
Independent Singer, rapper, songwriter, producer, father, musician, actor, and very opinionated. Cassidiom has been making music since 1999. With 4 mixtapes. He has an underground track record a mile-long. Seasoned in songwriting, fast and slow rap and singing, and crisp clean production in a home studio.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #525
Peak in subgenre #267
Author
Cassidiom
Rights
2015
Uploaded
October 23, 2015
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MP3 3.9 MB • 160 kbps • 3:26
Story behind the song
Drove to MT to record this while The Funk Junkie had some time off work and his wife was away so we had the house to ourselves. He doesn't smoke, but I made it work and we had fun. My voice was raspy from so much smoke from the wildfires (not the ganja) august 15th 2015 Missoula Montana looked like a scene from Mad Max and oddly a wedding near-by playing old-timey jazz was creepy as fuck. Anyway, good times, sick rhymes, weed-life.
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I keep it puffin like a chimney fighting fire with fire indeed i’m thinking deep i had an epiphany smoking bowls like a broken locomotive loading coals holy moly, are you really loading all your weed i’m in need of some mother fucking munchies come with me I’m placing all this bacon on a tray and then i’ll put it in the oven set to bake now let’s get baked how many hits does it take to get to center of the lake on fire ain't no liar man i get way higher than the stars in the sky part of the time i’m so hard to find that i’m lost in my mind pass me the light cuz i got this blunt and i’m feeling like I might give a fuck so i’ma light it up and i’ll shoot right up into the clouds where i’m never coming down i can see the ground right below my feet as i blow my weed that’s exactly what i needed light it, hit it, pass it, then I will repeat it till I get a new idea that changes my philosophy oh man i’m glad i bought these greens pass the water the please I cannot sing it feels like i’m floating on a sea of clouds and I cannot see my minds to loud somebody turn it down right now i’m so high i might need some tie downs and i might just float away a quarter ounce a day I’d order more than that if i had my way sunday to saturday ain’t a badder way to spend it than smoking on some hay in the middle of the barn (emphasis on not sounding like barn) I like to puff here's how I smoke weed you smoke two joints I smoke 3 hash in the blunt can you feel me with liquid codeine, ya get your cap peeled back from a fat sack of real grass quick cass, don’t camp it’s not a microphone i’m smokin on the illest weed feelin like a millipede laughing with intensity stop it dog you’re killing me grab a bottle up and chug-a-lug and juggle drugs inside of other stuff if anybody gives a fuck i’ll knuckle up, while a run-a-muck gettin buck now pass the brandy tastes like candy apple-red, back from dead with my backwords-ass head please forget that, that was said remove the remarks from the affidavit after payment wonder where they went does a body never found make a sound, when it hits the ground weed inhale, we inhale, we in hell, exhale, rebel did you get the e-mail with every detail about how the weed smell when i’m smokin’ it with some females in the middle of the park and it ain’t even dark it’s broad-day you can smell it across the hallway i got it all day everyday the only way till I’m old and grey now go away
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