Digital and original, metaphysical.
Homies in the whip, getting lit from medicinal.
Pass it all around, take it to the face,
A Baseball bat, out the park, catch fade.
hold up, let me do the roll up.
the kush is prepared when, all the homies show up.
Roll up, the window.
Close, the door.
Finished, the blunt.
Dont trip we got more.
We still bright when the sun don't shine.
And we still lit, when its dark outside.
Yo I don't mind if you tryna get high.
to be honest thats how I spit rhymes.
I do it all the time, the shit is so amazing.
We in a box, while yo ass trail blazing.
Ayo eddie, plug in the aux.
Play the shit loud, lay back, hot box.
(Verse 2)
Theomatic, I never stay wack,
I never drop, except needle on the wax,
Scratch, scratch, got swag like a DJ,
Round 'N Round, got my song on replay.
The stage, is mine.
But, so is this blunt.
In the car, the smell of weed is in the air.
No I don't care, well not anymore.
But I got a dry mouth so I spit out the door.
A hotbox, thats just how it is.
Blowing more trees than the northwest wind.
Hey, I got love for the town.
The Seatown kush, we got enough to go around.