| [Verse 1] | |
| Backwoods packages litter tabletops | |
| Gone off that *******t, my eyes lower than your stable's stock | |
| I get stoned and I'm ******. I'm made of rock | |
| You feeling stagnant? When that boat tips, I made it rock | |
| I used to play Sega Saturn and *******t | |
| And now I smoke a lot of *******, and it ain't mattered a bit | |
| Blood splatter on the back of the whip | |
| I backed up with the strength of the pistons in MAC trucks | |
| You ever seen a grown man crumble into a puddle? | |
| Man I ain't have a move left, I couldn't do nothing but struggle | |
| I need some *******t to keep my mind on the power-points | |
| I took the path that I could find and devoured joints | |
| Mo******s been asking for this one | |
| I never had sense; I had the passion to get some | |
| And then I saw her. She skates slow | |
| But ******* it, I'll even the pace, so | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| And I've never been as happy as right now | |
| But *******t, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down | |
| Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty | |
| Start my day with a pot of black coffee | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio | |
| Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice | |
| Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio | |
| Police chase, wilding | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Never been one for the talking, talking, talking | |
| Anxiety-ridden, I hide in the rhythm | |
| I'm ficus, burning bush. I turned to Christ then burned a book | |
| It turned to ice; I learned to cook it. Work at night, I turned and booked it | |
| But *******, I ain't been tripping | |
| Technology *******d, my angle's missing | |
| Open ended. Where to go? I hope it's different soon | |
| I'm sick of job interviews. They're looking for a different dude | |
| Life's a *******, I heard she's sleeping in the nude | |
| White-lies dancing, trying to creep into the truth | |
| California kush; my people stay sedated | |
| I party all week to keep my evils satiated | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| And I've never been as happy as right now | |
| But *******t, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down | |
| Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty | |
| Start my day with a pot of black coffee | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio | |
| Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice | |
| Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio | |
| Police chase, wilding... |
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