Slik D - Music & Weed

Until the reaper comes knocking, forever puffing and coughing
I'm lowkey on it too often, to be consistent is awesome
Don't need too many of options, OG Kush be the bombest
Could that smell stench through a pocket, Vegas summer month of August
Witness homies that vomit, knocking out off a bong rip
Along came purp season that done last the longest
The days of grape swishers, Niko closet hotboxing
Glass and papers player only smoking non-toxic
Rolling around the city getting lifted with no job kids
Me I worked the cafeteria, as soon we out of school I had the loot
High through all periods, nuggets with different crystal flakes in the interior
Mitch match, a dime bag to a big batch
Helped me pay the rent, refresh me off a quick nap
It's so legit now we even have to pay a tax
Dabbin' wax concentrated on the highest max

Right from the jump, there ain't never been no one
No between the music and my weed
Until it's done, keep it hotter than the sun
Me and you and just you and me

Hopped in the studio and ever since I'm going mad
What's a crazy scientist if he don't hit the lab
Enough with dabbling, I figured out what gets me cash
Ass and grass, fumes off that super gas
Octane powered sonic ripples, pour my wine getting high feel the vibe of the instrumental
Own your thoughts get if off the mental
Popped two chill pills body out the window..aaahhh

Sensemelia.. love you like Aayliah that's one a million
Wrapping hella sticky around me Cinnabon
Caught me in your wave done hit the billabong
Puts the rhythm on, just me in my place no way me can be wrong
I write upon a page and they came to sing along
Feel me when I say my song song

Written by:
Dallas Duncan

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