feelin dat swag like a fresh new sack.a bag of dat sticky icky helpin my mind roll back.
sendin all dem bad thoughts back 2 da past.
smokey moans, mmm, lets c how long it lasts.
cuz i can do dis all night long.
aint got shit 2 do but puff til da early morn.
n do it all ova til i feed my jones.
ahh, til i feel it in my bones.
lets get icky, blaze sum stincky sticky.
roll dat shit up n licky licky.
puff puf mutha fucka, givy givy
stop bein so god damn stingy.
pass dat shit round my way.
u'll get it back eventually sumtime 2day.
mayb, if u play nice u might jus get a taste.
o look how da smoke tends 2 fade.
up as it goes, oh no whered it go?
till its all gone wantin so much mo.
chokin, feelin da way it helps me flo.
helpin me find my comfort zone.
1 toke 4 sanity so i dont wip yo azz.
smoke wit me n 4get all dat jazz.
get smashed n roll it in cold hard cash.
hit it quick cuz dis shit wont last.
420 on my mind playin games wit da grind.
findin out wat da imagination can only attepmt 2 find.
in dat space btweeen my ears dat is called all mine.
wit time 2 spare 2 read da signs it hides.
slowly bringin in2 sight da fight in which i side.
where dis man sits n resides beneath da lights.
sittin back smokin his dime.
n its 2 damn bad dis shits considered a crime.
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