I Took Trip to the land where their eyes closed
I see in two twenties, its four tens ima write bro
U lookin days, stay busy through the night tho
No geekin late night No hoes while my line low
My Gut feel it, I’m still peeling the wrap back
Spotty with loonie noggin
Poppin a capsule of chronic
Rabbits in hats what I’m on, an the audience applauded The strong
You could smell it in the carpets for long
While I was starving for something that was far from the sun
I reach for the blunt then sing a song for the mic
I wonder who’s haunting my palm whenever I fuckin write
No Endeavors polite in a mall full of mice
No corrections when wrong cuz I’m probably right
That’s Not at all true but it sound hella nice
Then I’m Off to the next in the middle of night
I just stand up and stretch hit the loosie with a light
This a juicy spliff minus the rush of the head
My delta miles up like I got stuck on a wing
If you know what I’m sayin
Or did it go over head like the bags on the plane did
I Stow away the green where the bread an the cream is
My life is just my dream so I do what I please man
Do this shit with ease ears pleased when the beat gone
Still me that’s really what I be on
Still stink eyes stay red while I’m still here
Burn holes in my front seat but I steer clear
Blunt big hemp wrap look like shin bones
Shenron draggin green like I’m big smoke
Flambé hot shit when I’m cookin up
Lumierre stay lit when it get cold
Who’s this that’s me with the tempo
Who’s this that’s me with the rib bones
True shit stay wavy when the tide low
Number 1 bet you guessed it ain't no typo
Swear to god I’m done walkin on all these tight ropes
Said I swear to god I’m done rollin all these dice bro
You can’t live twice an you a liar if you say so
I tell em keep quiet get my pockets Into knot mode
Silence when I’m talkin might be options for a new home
Might just pick a different tax bracket for my new goals
Might just pick a different bad bitch for my new hole
Life is fuckin sick an that’s even when my eyes open
I see in two twenties, its four tens ima write bro
U lookin days, stay busy through the night tho
No geekin late night No hoes while my line low
My Gut feel it, I’m still peeling the wrap back
Spotty with loonie noggin
Poppin a capsule of chronic
Rabbits in hats what I’m on, an the audience applauded The strong
You could smell it in the carpets for long
While I was starving for something that was far from the sun
I reach for the blunt then sing a song for the mic
I wonder who’s haunting my palm whenever I fuckin write
No Endeavors polite in a mall full of mice
No corrections when wrong cuz I’m probably right
That’s Not at all true but it sound hella nice
Then I’m Off to the next in the middle of night
I just stand up and stretch hit the loosie with a light
This a juicy spliff minus the rush of the head
My delta miles up like I got stuck on a wing
If you know what I’m sayin
Or did it go over head like the bags on the plane did
I Stow away the green where the bread an the cream is
My life is just my dream so I do what I please man
Do this shit with ease ears pleased when the beat gone
Still me that’s really what I be on
Still stink eyes stay red while I’m still here
Burn holes in my front seat but I steer clear
Blunt big hemp wrap look like shin bones
Shenron draggin green like I’m big smoke
Flambé hot shit when I’m cookin up
Lumierre stay lit when it get cold
Who’s this that’s me with the tempo
Who’s this that’s me with the rib bones
True shit stay wavy when the tide low
Number 1 bet you guessed it ain't no typo
Swear to god I’m done walkin on all these tight ropes
Said I swear to god I’m done rollin all these dice bro
You can’t live twice an you a liar if you say so
I tell em keep quiet get my pockets Into knot mode
Silence when I’m talkin might be options for a new home
Might just pick a different tax bracket for my new goals
Might just pick a different bad bitch for my new hole
Life is fuckin sick an that’s even when my eyes open
( Ryder B. )
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