Music produced by P. Soul, lyrics written and performed by Izreal.
lyrics
Tokin' pot behind a cop givin’ a fuck like not,
Smoke like a quap a week, my mind on rot,
I am jalapeno, I am fuego,
I am habanero, I am loco,
Smoke dope till I overdose and croak,
*Ribbet* Hear that toad drop stools out the boat,
Float like marks over quotations famous presidents wit’ acronyms spoke,
Gloat cause you ain’t assassinated, bitch you ain’t worth it,
Current culture curves wit, I disassociate from that shit,
Smoke spliffs ‘till I lift into dimensions you can’t decrypt,
Lit can’t explain this, I’m engulfed, flames shootin’ when I spit,
Dragon breathin’ like Smaug, stomp over rivers like a god,
Burned so many blunts with my dogs we created smog,
Buried a billion wraps, R.I.P to my old bags, used to smoke bog,
Brick-shit, seeds & stems, elevated since then,
But those days we burned like it was our business and we needed rent,
Only thing my mental needs is medical,
Not the only one who thinks it should be legal,
Got a problem with these hostile Federals,
Got the best cannabis in sunny Cal,
x2
Tryin’ to get my wallet thicker than my blunt,
Brown bag up my boo so I can eat her for lunch,
Super sour diesel till I’m lucid and need a refill,
Fuck poppin’ pills, might as well aim at your head and drill,
Always green, young with a garden on me,
I’m not stoppin till all my people got 28 g’s,
Sent to the Earth to free y’all from anxiety,
Equipped with the finest leaf, Izzy got the remedy,
You think you smoke more weed than me?
That I cannot believe,
I’m too connected to Mary like I’m Kate Olsen,
And yanno the Ashley’s are always around,
Got so many plugs I’m overloading circuits,
Precision perfect, competition worthless, the game worth it,
Spit quick like an automatic clip that go *tick tick*
Like the clock of time berating your mind, so grab the pine,
Only thing my mental needs is medical,
Not the only one who thinks it should be legal,
Got a problem with these hostile Federals,
Got the best cannabis in sunny Cal,
x2
Join the circle, smoke the herbal,
Complexion purple, warfare verbal,
Sleek like servals, sativa is all I burn through,
Not true, but I prefer it to gettin’ inda-couch-lock,
*sleep noise*
Stop sittin on the grass like the second shooter!
Pass it to the left, it’s religious tradition,
Masses of my people got third eye visions,
Catch us in the cloud spot, smokin’ on the loud pot,
Banging on pots and pans, got oil for the tin man,
It’s just the way the millenials do it man,
Rebellion in one hand, joint in the other,
I zig, I smoke, I go! Chjo chjo!
I zig, I smoke, I go! Chjo chjo!
I zig, I smoke, I go! Chjo chjo!
I zig, I smoke, I go! Chjo chjo!
Only thing my mental needs is medical,
Not the only one who thinks it should be legal,
Got a problem with these hostile Federals,
Got the best cannabis in sunny Cal,
x2
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