Blunt Cruise
The ship is about to take off
A blip in my generation A strip of LSD is the only thing that should touch my tongue
You dude's desperate like
One touch from a bitch and you're sprung
You keep flexin' like
When the fuck you gon see that it's dumb?
Bermuda Triangle, wildin', glidin' in silence
The screwed up lil' scuba divers still deny the Loch Ness
The root of all evil unfortunately is my shit
Hell breaks loose like a convict when I'm on projects, uh
You could pay these bastards to get your ass kicked
Flashing all the last resort flags
I'm sacrificing all of my sanity to make bitches happy
I'm laughing in the face of anyone tryna pass me
I'm on it
Gonna get by
Gonna get high
Finna fix up to finishing these bad guys
Gonna get by
Gonna get fly
I gotta tell you I could never have a bad high
I'm just on a blunt cruise and a jam ride
Driving 'round the city, I'm not feeling any bad vibes
Catch me sittin' pretty, lookin' right up to the damn sky
Copious when smoking shit, I'm tryna get mad high
I'm just tryna get mad high
I'm just tryna get mad high
And now I am mad high...
And now I am mad high
Now I am the sad guy
Now I am the last guy that you know from the past guy
The past guy was pleasant sometimes
But I'm mad fried
Pass me the present guy and
Ima crash, guy
Ask God for his opinion on all my trash rhymes
He came down from heaven and poof!
Now I am mad nice
The steak and rice plate will make my night great
I'll have mines
Bake me up my dope haze, then hydrate from half pints
If you think time is real, you just a motherfuckin' sheep
I bet the government condition us when we in deep sleep
I bet the politicians hypnotizing us with every speech
Making us believe that this shit is more important than trees
Or leaves or bees or grass of green
Fuck that
We got planet Earth to worry about
So fuck rap
Fuck acting like I don't care
Can't even relax
We don't know jack shit
Stop lying to yourself it's just facts
And I rap against opponents
Freestyle my raps, I'm on it
These motherfuckers can't control the shit that I spew, it's bogus
We don't know shit, I told you
A blip in my generation A strip of LSD is the only thing that should touch my tongue
You dude's desperate like
One touch from a bitch and you're sprung
You keep flexin' like
When the fuck you gon see that it's dumb?
Bermuda Triangle, wildin', glidin' in silence
The screwed up lil' scuba divers still deny the Loch Ness
The root of all evil unfortunately is my shit
Hell breaks loose like a convict when I'm on projects, uh
You could pay these bastards to get your ass kicked
Flashing all the last resort flags
I'm sacrificing all of my sanity to make bitches happy
I'm laughing in the face of anyone tryna pass me
I'm on it
Gonna get by
Gonna get high
Finna fix up to finishing these bad guys
Gonna get by
Gonna get fly
I gotta tell you I could never have a bad high
I'm just on a blunt cruise and a jam ride
Driving 'round the city, I'm not feeling any bad vibes
Catch me sittin' pretty, lookin' right up to the damn sky
Copious when smoking shit, I'm tryna get mad high
I'm just tryna get mad high
I'm just tryna get mad high
And now I am mad high...
And now I am mad high
Now I am the sad guy
Now I am the last guy that you know from the past guy
The past guy was pleasant sometimes
But I'm mad fried
Pass me the present guy and
Ima crash, guy
Ask God for his opinion on all my trash rhymes
He came down from heaven and poof!
Now I am mad nice
The steak and rice plate will make my night great
I'll have mines
Bake me up my dope haze, then hydrate from half pints
If you think time is real, you just a motherfuckin' sheep
I bet the government condition us when we in deep sleep
I bet the politicians hypnotizing us with every speech
Making us believe that this shit is more important than trees
Or leaves or bees or grass of green
Fuck that
We got planet Earth to worry about
So fuck rap
Fuck acting like I don't care
Can't even relax
We don't know jack shit
Stop lying to yourself it's just facts
And I rap against opponents
Freestyle my raps, I'm on it
These motherfuckers can't control the shit that I spew, it's bogus
We don't know shit, I told you
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Writer(s): Lync Lone
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