Globe Taka Blaze

Yeah, yeah

From the Lou to the whole globe (ha)

We smokin' heavy on this one {warm Rhodes electric piano chords,

slow sub bass slide} Started in the Lou,

rollin' up the high grade Took it to Tokyo,

we lit it on the driveway In London,

rainin' down but the spark stay Paris,

Eiffel Tower with the purple haze We travel light but we packin'

heavy In Amsterdam, yeah the vibe is ready Global flight,

different country every night (ooh) {crisp 808 snare cracking

on 3, rapid trap hi-hat triplets} We smokin' weed all over the

world

(world, yeah) Every continent we let it burn

(let it burn) St.

Louis flyin' first-class, it's our turn (our turn) Smoke rings in the

sky, we don't care

We puffin' clouds in the international air (hahaha) {massive heavy 808 bass,

anthemic brass hits} Touchdown in Rio,

paper planes on the beach

In Sydney harbor, now the clouds within reach

Back to the block,

St. Louis on my chest

But we are global flyers,

we don't need no rest

From the East Coast

over to the West

We smoke the best,

forget about the stress

(yeah) {fretless sub bass groove,

minimal percussion} We smokin' weed all over the world (world,

yeah) Every continent we let it burn

(let it burn) St.

Louis flyin' first-class, it's our turn (our

turn) Smoke rings in the sky,

we don't care

We puffin' clouds in the international air (hahaha)

{climax, heavy 808 bass returns,

full dynamic energy}

Yeah,

international flight From the Lou to the clouds

Keep it lit

(hummmm) {gradual filter sweep closing,

instruments fading out}