Tyrone/ ThisYaBoyTyrone - 35 Lighters

I got 35 lighters on my dresser
And I can't find one
When it's time to light a blunt
And that's fucked up
But that's the way it is
Hit this bowl and proceed to get faded
I'm just tryna get wasted
Get me high as spaceship
All we do is just take trips
Cuz
Why would I stay here
When the sky is my playpen
I'm a legend like saiyans
Your mind's in the matrix
My weed be so fruity that you can practically taste it
Roll it up then I face it
Take a puff
Now we blazing
Take two hits then pass
I don't like when you waste it
My homie pulled up
Put a blunt in rotation
I'm high up in this bitch
So don't be testing my patience
Asking all them questions
Please just get out my face bitch
Before I get to knucking
And I knock out your braces
Take your face
Rearrange it
Now that really don't make sense
I say that out of spite
But when I'm high I'm the safest
See it's time to break it down
Like a swisher sweet
Give me a paper and now I'm twisting
Up like loose leaf
Takin off just like jet skis
I'm just kicking shit like I'm chun li
Navigate yo mind
Cuz my supply won't
Last to next week
Shit
This that
Blow out your chest weed
This that take your last breath tree
Man I think this the best weed
You still get High on it
Without hitting directly
This that 911 emergency
Got to make an arrest weed

Written by:
Tyrone Spann Jr

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