Lyrics
So here's the facts... I'ma stay chiba chokin' until I overdose...
Coast to coast, but on the east where bags of dro get blowed the most...
Thoughts inflicted, threw visions of raw strategies...
I'm smoking on the potion while floating threw lost galaxies...
Intoxicated, chronics numbin' in case I start to trip...
Aborting clips, of memory, inside my nasal boarder strip...
This sh** is acid, spitting flames when I inhale...
Might as well be clientele, cause right now, Im high as hell...
Can you relate? Raise your flavored blunts if ya feel...
Im not your average pill, but my kill, come from Brazil...
When the world stops, chin up, I Hope for the best...
Every sinful Mind sent underground and burned at the chest...
My spine is bent, when im rippin' it smooth just like I ironed it...
Blinded... Lemon Zest in my chest and throughout the sinuses...
No need For all this reprimand, just pass it around...
An then quit b*** in' bout ya' carpet, cuz I'm ashin' it now...
Speak my mindstate... Applaude me, then take some notes...
That on the the first toke, a choke, because its heavy on my throat...
Wish I could break bread with the Heavens in one passionate act...
So I could blow a blunt wit God witout me payin for the sack...
Speak my mindstate... Applaude me, then take some notes...
That on the the first toke, a choke, because its heavy on my throat...
Wish I could break bread with the Heavens in one passionate act...
So I could blow a blunt wit God witout me payin for the sack...
I twist blunts, honey, choclate, or strawberry...
My 50 hundred overpowers the 30-60 that ya'll carry...
I smoke to ease my problems, ya'll could never relate...
A pen an pad with weed an rhymes an heat's what I create...
So whats my life without blazin'? I can't figure it out...
Cuz I could take Jane straight to the brain without no liqour breath...
It goes around in rotation, an if I blink, I might miss it...
See I could pass the blunt to you, but I think i'll get higher with it...
Inhale an listen, these words I speak, are the truth...
I got the weed smoke in motion while these beats are the proof...
This is my soundtrack for all the green in my existence,
And its my visions for hip-hop that has provided the difference...
If I have glitches, ill jus say its green that helps me cope...
Allow me to quote, that you've refused my therapeutic dro...
The pungent smoke I know from youth eliminatin' stress...
And free from hardened chemicals that make my mind a mess...
Speak my mindstate... Applaude me, then take some notes...
That on the the first toke, a choke, because its heavy on my throat...
Wish I could break bread with the Heavens in one passionate act...
So I could blow a blunt wit God witout me payin for the sack...
Speak my mindstate... Applaude me, then take some notes...
That on the the first toke, a choke, because its heavy on my throat...
Wish I could break bread with the Heavens in one passionate act...
So I could blow a blunt wit God witout me payin for the sack...
As the future of scholars is on, a page with offers and bombs...
We sneeze, inhale chronic, and cough for a God...
This is my blown speech, just smoked an Oz. to my domepiece....
Compliments Kentucky, whenever that sticky dro's cheifed...
Useless, but I still bury the hatchet...
Like all them hippies on acid runnin' naked through weed patches...
Alternating my intentions for sublime perfection...
Consciously, a mind awaitin' green wit lime complection...
Lyrical genius, who figured the cube of 4 demenisions...
Reason why I say, f*** rhymes, I write prescriptions...
It's poison to my brain, but I'm inscribin in stone...
Reside in my throne, top of the mountain I'm rhymin' alone...
Eyes blood shot an dialated, due to my daily livin...
I take one step at a time tryin to maintain my hazy vision...
Visene becomes routine in my pursuit for some wisdom...
So I stay loose, don't provide an excuse and
