Trippin, listen, the mind is like a gift its
Golden like Egyptian my scriptures are my addictions are simple but alone harder than nickle. I drown my lungs in blunt smoke
And make noises into a microphone and yall love it
Or hate it, whatever I still made it; still got high and hit record
Waking up and getting faded when I say the word SESH you
Better know its how Im living waking up to just to get the feeling of those instrumentations; that shits amazing
18 fucking years old, I cant believe Im this cold, Im this crack
Im this dope, Im this coke, I flip the toast
I burn one for the night rats roll one for the bite back roll another for the next sesh and roll another blunt for after that
Just a aftermath in my habitat. Blunt smoke in cash wraps; cash that then I pack that you ask last cause you ash last cause no we dont have a problem with passing we only ask that you ash it in the tray and not on the mattress, keep it classy
So classic