[Lyric] The Cure (Fleetwood Huey)

I just gotta roll one it’s my cure
Aye Mary do you like this, you always get me flying
But you say you don’t want to smoke no more
I said it ease my psychic, I’m really trying to fight this
But I’m moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Yeah it’s true, it’s true
I’m moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Yeah it’s true, it’s true



Pull up on you 2 am, I’m drunk
I probably should have called you but I was off the Soju
Aye let me break it down, I’ll pop my trunk
She said “it’s funny what excites you”
Darker days without you, because I was gonna
Blow my fucking brains out
Stuck in a cycle, I just wanna hang now
Shot my shots but I ain’t get no rebound
Ain’t popped no Glock but this heat gon’ pack rounds
You feel me?
Look inside the mirror, see somebody trying to kill me
Look inside my eyеs, blood shot, I need healing
This K got a dot, this high power that I’m feeling
This room got a pool, water rising to thе ceiling
I’m drowning
Feel like a boogie when I put on my hoodie, I walk up to the plug
“Aye what’s good nigga?)
“This that over the counter shit, I swear it ain’t counterfeit. I’ll give you two for twenty”
You misunderstood, yea
Too many fiends inside my hood, yea
I need me some green inside my wood
I’m feeling lifted, gifted, higher than the ceiling but I’m just running from my demons


I just gotta roll one it’s my cure
Aye Mary do you like this, you always get me flying
But you say you don’t want to smoke no more
I said it ease my psychic, I’m really trying to fight this
But I’m moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Yeah it’s true, it’s true A
I’m moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Yeah it’s true, it’s true



Back in my ends once again
I ain’t gonna hide, let em in
Too many lie and pretend
But all my L’s leading to a win
Nowadays people two facing
Guess I gotta take it back to basics
Living in a world of temptation
Undercover racists
Think we moving forward but we running up in places
Guess I gotta take a breather
They smoking dope but not reefer
I’m sick I think I got a fever
I stay with the wood just a like a beaver
Hold up
A nigga tweaking tho
I’m off that medical
White on blacks, they gonna split your Oreo
Man fuck the popo
They see me roll dro
They cruising slow mo
They flash like photos


I just gotta roll one it’s my cure
Aye Mary do you like this, you always get me flying
But you say you don’t want to smoke no more
I said it ease my psychic, I’m really trying to fight this
But I’m moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Yeah it’s true, it’s true A
I’m moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Moving slow (motion)
Yeah it’s true, it’s true