Chicago B.S.

Only thing changed is the time zone
Lit up like the screen on my iPhone
Don't wanna smoke unless I rolled
(I rolled it!)
Im serious just like a rhino
Faded sorry for the typos
Redeye flight out of Chicago, like Michael
Right back on my bullshit!

Things I used to think we're out of reach
I understand now what they mean when they say life's a beach, ya (Gimme that)
I'm smoking grain but not of sand of California peach
You know it's wrapped inside a Backwoods, ain't no swisher sweet ya (Aromatic)
Expect I'll be deceased before I'm gonna accept defeat
Me and B got lots of veggies, he nice with the beats ya (Bitch we have it)
Indiana colors on me I come from the East
Traveling but you ain't see it, move like Pistol Pete ya

Ooh, ya
Go fast in the coupe
Might crash like Crash Bandicoot
Facts, I'm the truth
Don't call me that, not Zach
I go by Batman or Bruce
Cash for the shoes
Warm Coors Light that your spending
Cause your pack ain't actually blue
Actually dude, I don't really care what you do
I'm fucking Z RAW, who are you?

Chasing dreams till I die, and you can see from my eyes
Off the green I've been high, I'm smoking weed feeling fine
Feeling like I'm alive, I'm feeling like Number 5
Feeling like I'm that guy

Only thing changed is the time zone
Lit up like the screen on my iPhone
Don't wanna smoke unless I rolled
(I rolled it!)
Im serious just like a rhino
Faded sorry for the typos
Redeye flight out of Chicago, like Michael
Right back on my bullshit!



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Zurcher
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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