I was on the **** on the daily, couldn’t puff puff pass coz I failed things.
Stuff was looking so dim till I had my first blunt.
Now I’m as high as priorities homie,
eyes so red that’s the window to my soul,
they’re not covered by some blinds or some curtains my homie.

Now I’m way high, really ******
Mount Everest.
Stuff was so green, kryptonite that’s my element,
I’ve been smoking leaves, sipping lean now it’s evident.
Mama told me don’t but I did for the benefits

Now she looks at me when I’m so euphoric ,
and her gaze was kind of toxic on some hydrochloric.

All my joints cremated in the ash tray.
Inhaling fumes then excrete like a chimney.
I don’t really understand what the substance is,
I don’t really, really care what the function is.

Bought my first green bag at 15,
I was such a herbivore my homie
Could care less about pharmaceuticals, only thing I was prescribed was the lean my homie.

The thirst of my liver,
I sipped on this liquor.
My thoughts were disfigured like human mutations.
But still I’m complacent.
The height is my space ship.
The flight’s never basic it’s all in my mind,
lost in my thoughts it’s the type I would need an enormous compass to find.