Visions
Wiz Khalifa Lyrics


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Life
Looking out the window
Kush and Orange Juice nigga
You might want uh burn one to this

You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 and a half's even if you had a chance
Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch that's chilling at my pad
Its all part of the plan
To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged
Packing my over night carry on, we don't check bags
Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes
True story word to the wise don't let these labels gas you up to be somethin'
Get your paper never trust 'em
Watch the niggas you run with
I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit
And make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors too pungent blame it on the reefer consumption
The difference between you guys is you lie and we live it
In the sky so pay us a visit
Bet your bitch be trying to kick it

What you ain't you trying to eat nigga?
Come on, fuck is you waiting for?
Nigga time just sitting around man, come on
Everything was all good, now shit real

Soon as I enter the room its red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume
Smoking cigars shit was fool
Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that 'How Fly 2'
Sucker shit we just can't excuse
Steady trying to duplicate but they ain't us
Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up
Paparazzi taking pictures we famous
Held my city down like a anchor
Now its champagne we drink
Non-smoking room we just ashin' 'em in the sink
I love her attitude she love tracing my ink
I get up in the wind, leave her with something to ease stress
The best not just regular visions
Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD
Young Khalifa gettin' to the money safe key

Matter fact hit this
You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk
Come on man leave that bullshit alone man




Its over for that
Put this coat on

Overall Meaning

The song Visions by Wiz Khalifa explores the theme of living an extravagant lifestyle with his signature weed-influenced lyrics. The opening lines set the stage with Wiz observing life from a window, alluding to a sense of detachment. The reference to Kush and Orange juice is symbolic of Wiz's personal brand of weed, a testament to his interest in the drug. Wiz also emphasizes his sense of superiority, stating that no one can walk in his shoes even if they had a chance. He speaks of his visions of success, driven by the thought of money and the girl chilling at his pad, all part of his plan to get high, party and hit the studio. Wiz takes pride in his labels and expresses concern for others who may fall prey to their words, hoping to inspire his listeners to focus on getting their paper without giving in to societal expectations.


In the second set of lyrics, Wiz talks about entering a room filled with red carpets and perfume, smoking cigars and women, all while patiently waiting for what he believes is a successor to his mixtape "How Fly." He addresses those trying to copy his style, recognizing that no one can truly duplicate it. He boasts about being famous, holding his city down like an anchor and drinking champagne in a non-smoking room while ashing his weed in the sink. He talks about a woman who loves tracing his tattoos and how he leaves her behind to ease his stress. The song ends with Wiz inviting his listeners to smoke with him, offering a coat to keep them warm.


Line by Line Meaning

Life
The essence of existence


Looking out the window
Observing the environment


Kush and Orange Juice nigga
Marijuana and juice consumption suggestion


You might want uh burn one to this
You may want to smoke marijuana while listening to this song


You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 and a half's even if you had a chance
Even with an opportunity, you are unable to understand my perspective


Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch that's chilling at my pad
Desire to have money and the female companion waiting for me


Its all part of the plan
Everything is calculated and strategic


To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged
The objective is to smoke, party, and record music


Packing my over night carry on, we don't check bags
Traveling light and efficiently without luggage


Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes
The elderly are impressed by my luxurious fashion sense


True story word to the wise don't let these labels gas you up to be somethin'
Don't believe everything the music industry tells you


Get your paper never trust 'em
Make money but don't trust the music industry


Watch the niggas you run with
Be mindful of the people you associate with


I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit
I witnessed individuals lose everything due to a foolish mistake


And make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors too pungent blame it on the reefer consumption
Don't assume that marijuana won't get you in trouble with the law or hotel staff


The difference between you guys is you lie and we live it
We live an authentic life while others pretend to


In the sky so pay us a visit
We are successful and in high demand so come see us


Bet your bitch be trying to kick it
Your girlfriend probably wants to hang out with me


What you ain't you trying to eat nigga?
A rhetorical question asking if you are trying to make money


Come on, fuck is you waiting for?
What are you waiting for? Let's get to work


Nigga time just sitting around man, come on
Don't waste time, let's get to work


Everything was all good, now shit real
Things were going well, but reality has set in


Soon as I enter the room its red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume
As soon as I enter a venue, I am surrounded by women and luxury


Smoking cigars shit was fool
I used to smoke cigars, which was foolish


Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that 'How Fly 2'
Now I smoke marijuana and people are looking forward to my next project


Sucker shit we just can't excuse
We do not tolerate or overlook disrespectful behavior


Steady trying to duplicate but they ain't us
People try to imitate us, but they are not as successful


Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up
Women are talking poorly about their unimpressive boyfriends, while marijuana smokers enjoy their high


Paparazzi taking pictures we famous
We are popular and well-known, evidenced by the paparazzi taking pictures


Held my city down like a anchor
I represent my city and kept it strong through tough times


Now its champagne we drink
We are drinking expensive champagne rather than smoking cigars


Non-smoking room we just ashin' 'em in the sink
Smoking in a non-smoking room and disposing of the ashes in the sink


I love her attitude she love tracing my ink
I appreciate her personality, and she admires my tattoos


I get up in the wind, leave her with something to ease stress
I leave her with something to soothe her stress after we have sex


The best not just regular visions
My goals are ambitious and not mediocre


Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD
I am showing you a high-quality view of my lavish lifestyle


Young Khalifa gettin' to the money safe key
I am young and making money, securing it in a safe


Matter fact hit this
Actually, smoke this


You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk
You are underdressed, but I have a coat in the trunk for you


Come on man leave that bullshit alone man
Stop focusing on meaningless things


Its over for that
It's time to move on from that situation


Put this coat on
Wear this coat to fit in with the crowd




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Cameron Thomaz

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souljatone_

Life
Looking out the window
Kush and Orange Juice nigga
You might want uh burn one to this
You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 and a half's even if you had a chance
Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch that's chilling at my pad
Its all part of the plan
To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged
Packing my over night carry on, we don't check bags
Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes
True story word to the wise don't let these labels gas you up to be somethin'
Get your paper never trust 'em
Watch the niggas you run with
I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit
And make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors too pungent blame it on the reefer consumption
The difference between you guys is you lie and we live it
In the sky so pay us a visit
Bet your bitch be trying to kick it
What you ain't you trying to eat nigga?
Come on, fuck is you waiting for?
Nigga time just sitting around man, come on
Everything was all good, now shit real
Soon as I enter the room its red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume
Smoking cigars shit was fool
Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that 'How Fly 2'
Sucker shit we just can't excuse
Steady trying to duplicate but they ain't us
Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up
Paparazzi taking pictures we famous
Held my city down like a anchor
Now its champagne we drink
Non-smoking room we just ashin' 'em in the sink
I love her attitude she love tracing my ink
I get up in the wind, leave her with something to ease stress
The best not just regular visions
Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD
Young Khalifa gettin' to the money safe key
Matter fact hit this
You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk
Come on man leave that bullshit alone man
Its over for that
Put this coat on



Peter Von Moger

Life
Looking out the window
Kush and Orange Juice nigga
You might want uh burn one to this
You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 and a half's even if you had a chance
Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch that's chilling at my pad
Its all part of the plan
To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged
Packing my over night carry on, we don't check bags
Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes
True story word to the wise don't let these labels gas you up to be somethin'
Get your paper never trust 'em
Watch the niggas you run with
I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit
And make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors too pungent blame it on the reefer consumption
The difference between you guys is you lie and we live it
In the sky so pay us a visit
Bet your bitch be trying to kick it
What you ain't you trying to eat nigga?
Come on, fuck is you waiting for?
Nigga time just sitting around man, come on
Everything was all good, now shit real
Soon as I enter the room its red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume
Smoking cigars shit was fool
Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that 'How Fly 2'
Sucker shit we just can't excuse
Steady trying to duplicate but they ain't us
Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up
Paparazzi taking pictures we famous
Held my city down like a anchor
Now its champagne we drink
Non-smoking room we just ashin' 'em in the sink
I love her attitude she love tracing my ink
I get up in the wind, leave her with something to ease stress
The best not just regular visions
Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD
Young Khalifa gettin' to the money safe key
Matter fact hit this
You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk
Come on man leave that bullshit alone man
Its over for that
Put this coat on



All comments from YouTube:

J A Y

Im 26 now and just listened to this for the first time since i was 15. Used to jam this all the time, skateboarding around all night smoking with friends. Legendary nights. 😭

J Clark

Same bro 💪🏾💪🏾

J-KRILL SWAVEY

Rip to that timeline shits sad 😥

Mr. ა

i be doing the same shit u did lol

ItalianStallion

Yessirr I was just thinking man those days were golden

Jimmy Danger

Exactly the same bro, time flies ay

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Ali Mctaven

I cry everytime I listen to this song. Was going through some rough times when I first started listening to this.

Christian

hope you doing better dawg

a.rodz23

It’s okay man

S K

It’s crazy how people can feel exactly the same about music . Literally found this gem recently and felt the same

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