On the count of three we move out Anything flinches let the shell casings fly without questions or doubts Hold up…looking down at my Cartier watch Those bombs been set Yeah, my Queen you know we deal with nothing but top notch I peeped Lucky fucking some bitch in the back room Okay G you got my back I’m ready to send this bitch to her tomb In five, four, three, two, one Boom
Na'll niggas don’t run now Any one of your fucks move my Glock goes pow pow G bring that bitch to me I...
====~ Thank you Wally, I just took a hit and that shit made me hella mellow… Oh hello! Tonight, we will be discussing the weed industry And why we need to understand the bigotry That’s been set in place by the system
Many of you may be familiar with the legalization of marijuana In many different states But I’m gonna make an observation that feels more like farce than drama That may open the floodgates for debate
Over the years many dudes, homies and brothers ...
I found myself stoned - Stoned in Starbucks, actually. The queue was long, it helped! Was there any place finer to be, Any state better to be in, As I gently sipped my freshly ground - NOT FOUND ON THE GROUND, coffee?!!
Remember... Don't leave the house 'til you're totally stoned, As today could potentially be your last - And if you get through, it'll still be a blast! Just roll with it cos you'll gather no moss, No, NOT Kate Moss - Always preferred Taylor Swift anyway!
I used to find wisdom in a rolling paper aware of my breath wandering outside the subtleties of sound, a phantom track extremely panned left to right drawn from the mix remastered? but the source recording is the same I've had all these years but an undetected magic is revealed in the scrutiny of something familiar revisited and missed.