Grab A Pack

This one’s for you mom, I love you

You know, you heard about Jersey, I hope
And, uh, California’s really on the way

You think that you’re older, grown, more mature
Well let me say for you, I’ve got another thing in store
I’ve got a plan and I’m running fast I can
And it involves heavy trees and some exotic leaves

I thought you were down, groove, in tune
But that was the shrooms that I have consumed
Oopsie, I guess you don’t like them either
Well why don’t you turn around and let me just feed you
Inspiration, expand imagination
Acute control, if it’s that good ‘dro

And heavenly expressions evoke thoughts from our depression
And spirits open up and it teaches you a lesson
The smoke fills a room and lifts all gloom
Inhale the fume, watch your vision soon

Lay off the yuppie white picket fence for once
And grab a fucking pack of peach Game blunts

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Okay, is this a boxing ring?
Cuz I’m the only one here who can sting
I fly like a comet, switch like a ballerina
Step-ball-change, dance teacher, I don’t need her

It’s head to head, fight to the end
Well not to the death, cuz I am nonetheless
Just your flesh ‘til blood turns to sweat
The clock repeats as I break both your feet

Ankles, metatarsals, up to your femurs
Watch your eyes go wide like a lemur
Wild animal, I’ve been through them all
Lions, tigers, elephants, but that stuff is irrelevant

I got sidetracked, it was the weed (whoops)
Oh, sorry me, well let me just see
I got a trash bag of the dopest headies
And mom, you inspired a song about weed

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Why can’t you see, the weed needs to be free
Give it to us, let us grow it, we’ll be happy
From California up to Cali-Canada
Colorado to Maine and the states in between

Let’s take a visit, hop on it, don’t miss it
It’s a free ride, but I don’t give them to bitches
I am exquisite, make you wanna fidget
I only smoke high digits, my IQ is, isn’t it?

Yes ma’am, straight As ‘til the end
If you see me fumble, I know you are dreaming
I’m almost done my vent on your opinionated tent
I got my opinions too, and I’m sharing it with you

I won’t stop blazing, I won’t stop smoking
But never stealing, and never doping
I’ll push it to the top, your son is gonna rock
Now let go of my hand before you make us drop


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Hmmm, mmm, yeah
You know I wrote that in like fifteen minutes
You know, after that, encounter