A New Way To Shine Songtext
von Wiz Khalifa

I got a lotta choices, but you the one I want
I could have anyone I pick, I′m tryna line 'em up
I thought one anyone in here, but now it′s stuck
I only had one, now I got a pile of 'em

Pile of 'em, pile of ′em, now I got a pile of ′em
Got them bitches showin' off, my crib look like a talent show
Half them bitches goin′ off, the other half know how to roll
Pile of 'em, pile of ′em, now I got a pile of 'em

Next ′shroom I take, eight hours I'm gon' be awake
I′m fully baked, you get high then you speak my language
What you say, I heat up this plate
Take J′s to the face, 'shrooms middle of day

Used to like cheap shit ′til I elevated her taste
Say she like freak shit, so I put my hand on her waist
Like rough shit, roll up backwoods, she a tough bitch
Well, I'm gon′ put her on papers, her nigga outside, he can't get in


Don′t do anything to save her, they ain't rollin' up Kush like Cap
When I pull up my bag, got flavors
I′m runnin′ my bag up like a casino, nigga, I'm runnin′ the tables
Man, they don't really want it with bruh, if you want in the summer, it′s us
I'm the supplier, you need the fire, you know they comin′ to us

I got a lotta choices, but you the one I want
I could have anyone I pick, I'm tryna line 'em up
I thought one anyone in here, but now it′s stuck
I only had one, now I got a pile of ′em

Pile of 'em, pile of ′em, now I got a pile of 'em
Got them bitches showin′ off, my crib look like a talent show
Half them bitches goin' off, the other half know how to roll
Pile of ′em, pile of 'em, now I got a pile of 'em

I′m to the point, I don′t even pass
You might wanna bring your inhaler 'cause you′ll probably need it
No rookie here, I'm a seasoned vet
Sweet flowers, the only thing you smell ′cause this weed is seedless

I'm rollin′ up, I don't need a reason
Sixth sense startin' to kick in, I can′t even see shit
You can′t party with my gang, you on the D-list
Smoke one with Cap, her life's completed


Make sure my rig is the cleanest, swingin′ my dreads like I'm Jesus
She wanna wear my jersey, it′s real nigga season
Tell her to take some 'shrooms, that liquor be turnin′ her evil
Time to get out of your feelings, I don't got time for no demons

I got a lotta choices, but you the one I want
I could have anyone I pick, I'm tryna line ′em up
I thought one anyone in here, but now it′s stuck
I only had one, now I got a pile of 'em

Pile of ′em, pile of 'em, now I got a pile of ′em
Got them bitches showin' off, my crib look like a talent show
Half them bitches goin′ off, the other half know how to roll
Pile of 'em, pile of 'em, now I got a pile of ′em