I see the morning after saturday night
smoking a little, keeping it real high
lighting joint after joint until it feels right
if you’re outta weed I can give you from mine.
Four, twenty, four, twenty
grab a bowl there’s plenty
It looks like a gun
But that's just my bong
smoke the grass,
throw out the ash
let’s make sure
we are shaking our ass
Grab it, pick it, pass it
a hit you cannot deny it
If you don’t want a rip
you better say skip
Let me laugh and then cough
Keep it flying non stop
If you look at my eye
you may find a surprise
Red veins, white lips
I need to strip.
I can keep saying more
but first, pick me up from the floor
Hot box, hot box
fill the room up with fog
Turn up the volume
I want to dance even more
don’t open the window
let’s fill this shit with smoke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke is not even a joke
So woke I could crack even DaVinci’s code
smoke more, smoke more
smoke even the roach
get waxed, get vaped
until my lungs explode.
Hot box, hot box
smoke even more,
hot box, hot box
until my lungs explode.
Now sit back, relax
and let me do the talk.
Listen to me conspire
I can talk you from Bell
all the way to Voltaire
Take a hit, take another until the earth feels flat
with my weed I protect me from a cancer attack
rip after rip my soul feels more pure
i never get sick, i don’t never need cure
working together we can stop the invasion
aliens and reptiles in standing ovations
Marvel and Netflix normalizing the end
I don’t want from society have to depend
There’s no planets, no galaxies, there’s only us
the reason for this big government lie is twofold
first discredit our great creator, tell us more lies
he is not the inventor, we’re not the center of his creations
we’re just scum, and not our own creators.
Second comes to make me believe
that there are aliens who aren’t even from here
open up the portal let in all the immortals
demons, monsters and calamities
they are no other than grotesque entities
There’s no way, is the Apocalypse!
I told y’all this would happen
but you kept laughing and laughing
look now my smile
I love being right
With my demons of weed
I can rule the street!
Hot box, hot box
fill the room up with fog
Turn up the volume
I want to dance even more
don’t open the window
let’s fill this shit with smoke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke is not even a joke
So woke I could crack even DaVinci’s code
smoke more, smoke more
smoke even the roach
get waxed, get vaped
until my lungs explode.
Hot box, hot box
smoke even more,
hot box, hot box
until my lungs explode.
Just crash on the couch
as he twerks like a clown
I need something to munch
I feel like eating some lunch
There’s nothing, just ice
the cow milk is expired
I’ll order some in
I don’t feel like chinese
maybe if I take a pill
I can finally chill
Let me hit the remote
catch up some sports
I used to be good
playing up from all fronts
But then look my knee
it took an arrow, right here
so I had to stop
and I don’t play anymore.
I forgot we just baked
the huge ass brownie cake
It doesn’t seem like it’ll help
but my hunger will rest
We ate more than an eight
I feel up in the space
Nap, nap getting ready for the Sunday hang
I’ll be taking with me all of my brownie pie,
Go on and on, and on, and on
keep smoking like there’s no control
Let’s hit the party with a buzz going on
Two pounds, or once once
won’t matter is gone
Hot box, hot box
fill the room up with fog
Turn up the volume
I want to dance even more
don’t open the window
let’s fill this shit with smoke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke is not even a joke
So woke I could crack even DaVinci’s code
smoke more, smoke more
smoke even the roach
get waxed, get vaped
until my lungs explode.
Hot box, hot box
smoke even more,
hot box, hot box
until my lungs explode.
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