Please don't get mad, don't offer me bongs
Because right now I find myself walking around with a blunt
If I were with my car I'd be cruising
But don't pass me Phillies 'cause I'll zone out
And the buds look like they're selling them at Payless
I feel like I'm at a Bob Marley rehearsal with the Wailers
I fall asleep during the trailers
In my head I'm hearing lightsabers
And f*ck it, pass me the weed
That the strain be called Jake La Mota
And then I'll deal with my high
Always crippy, never coke
I smoke marijuana every day, everyday
In a pipe or in a vape, rolling mountains, dude
Chicks, chicken and my pen, pen
As long as it doesn't kick me, I don't like being hit
I've had eight Phillies, this is a streak
Violet buds beet-colored
I feel like Raid killing cockroaches
Let's go 'cause this is good
Light it up and pass the brown one
I have buds the size of Lennox
And I light them all with no brakes
Give me a f*cking hit, now