[Verse 1: G-Eazy] Yeah, I woke up around 12 Looked to my right found a bag on the shelf I twist one up burn a zag to myself And i don't give a fuck if it's bad for my health I'm mad stressed out Cause last week see my girl just left out I went to roll another j and I'm fresh out And see I'm bummed i ain't even get none last night when i went out Damn, and now the room's all hazy Eyes start to look Asian when I'm blazey Think I'm about to lay around today and be lazy Maybe might call a squeeze over to amaze me Yeah, as you can see i've got some issues I've got my medical card it's gettin' misuse So I'm stop it if it's bammer? I'm off it I'm cheech with a fatty full of maui wowie dog shit [You mean we're smokin' dog shit, man?]
[Verse 2: MOD SUN] G-Eazy, Mod Sun! Now I ain't gonna do that regular stoner rap type shit where I like Take a hit to the mic right before my verse but.. I'm hippie hop, 70's mentality type shit Came from a family, hipp-ays My parents both smoked J's in '70s See even when my mom was pregnant she still blazed So i've been high before I even lived one day(zed) But I ain't confused Could chop it any way, whatever paraphernalia you choose Ain't nothin' bar on top night for solar puffin vapor Space cake whatever [it takes to get us copper?] And we do that! Yeah we blazed it and strained a lot of eyes? for tastin? Sour d without the Brooklyn based me [?] straight from the guy that raised it Don't say shit Faded but not so vibrant Never been to high to keep climbin' Got a fresh crop but a harvest moon Wake and bake with me I guarantee every day just like a sunny afternoon
[Outro: MOD SUN] G, hit me up Said he was on some 1967 type shit See that's where I am Mod Sun Hippie hop M.O.D. and some airTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
