Loud music
I’m lucid
‘Bout to get toxic
Burn Burn the sativa
Green for hope said the believers
It’s not only the lungs suffering so are the livers
As some chic I've never seen pours ***** in my cup
I smoke cigarettes to wake me up
Mixing cold drinks with syrups
Producer mixing my songs
Another unknown chic hands me a ****
If I have this I'll be flying all day long
Or maybe trip and see myself as a monk