Marijuana Steam
Marijuana steam
Blowin out my mouth
This life is but a dream
No time to sit and pout
Just listen to the king
Just listen to the king
Trials tribulations
Don't you know they shape the nation
On a roll we paper chasin'
Got to go I gotta goal
Formulate a plan
That correlates to man
No we are not equal
Save you from the evil
The one percent of people
Cannot go to deep
Rollin thru the city staring at the sheep
Oh what a pity
Walking in your sleep
Yeah I know I'm shitty
All I do is creep on a beat
Like disease to a flea
And it seems that defeat is a seat
You can sit and recline
Be a bitch and feline
Do the least and be fine
Or be a beast and incline
Get your feast from divine
Open eyes and see the signs
They idolize us being blind
Disguise the lies we cannot rise
A sky of spies we cannot hide
The tries of wise to get the prize
I'm fucking tired of being fine
Bitch
Marijuana steam
Blowin' out my mouth
This life is but a dream
No time to sit and pout
Just listen to the king
Just listen to the king
Trials tribulations
Don't you know they shape the nation
On a roll we paper chasin'
Got to go I gotta goal
Formulate a plan
That correlates to man
No we are not equal
Save you from the evil
The one percent of people
Take a fucking stand and demand back our land
The scheme is so grand
And it's working like a band
They control us with the bands
Got us buying all their brands
They got this shit planned
Defense they got it banned
Chopping down the trees
That's the shit we need
Just to fucking breathe
Got me grinding at the teeth
Making money for the streets
Ain't it funny how it be
Got me running for the green
Pull me over for the speed
Shit
Marijuana steam
Blowin out my mouth
This life is but a dream
No time to sit and pout
Just listen to the king
Just listen to the king
Trials tribulations
Don't you know they shape the nation
On a roll we paper chasin'
Got to go I gotta goal
Formulate a plan
That correlates to man
No we are not equal
Save you from the evil
The one percent of people
Got me feeling evil
Noddin my head
This life is so surreal
Got us seeing red
Don't you see the seals
Got us feeling dead
There's no great appeal
Bitch
Blowin out my mouth
This life is but a dream
No time to sit and pout
Just listen to the king
Just listen to the king
Trials tribulations
Don't you know they shape the nation
On a roll we paper chasin'
Got to go I gotta goal
Formulate a plan
That correlates to man
No we are not equal
Save you from the evil
The one percent of people
Cannot go to deep
Rollin thru the city staring at the sheep
Oh what a pity
Walking in your sleep
Yeah I know I'm shitty
All I do is creep on a beat
Like disease to a flea
And it seems that defeat is a seat
You can sit and recline
Be a bitch and feline
Do the least and be fine
Or be a beast and incline
Get your feast from divine
Open eyes and see the signs
They idolize us being blind
Disguise the lies we cannot rise
A sky of spies we cannot hide
The tries of wise to get the prize
I'm fucking tired of being fine
Bitch
Marijuana steam
Blowin' out my mouth
This life is but a dream
No time to sit and pout
Just listen to the king
Just listen to the king
Trials tribulations
Don't you know they shape the nation
On a roll we paper chasin'
Got to go I gotta goal
Formulate a plan
That correlates to man
No we are not equal
Save you from the evil
The one percent of people
Take a fucking stand and demand back our land
The scheme is so grand
And it's working like a band
They control us with the bands
Got us buying all their brands
They got this shit planned
Defense they got it banned
Chopping down the trees
That's the shit we need
Just to fucking breathe
Got me grinding at the teeth
Making money for the streets
Ain't it funny how it be
Got me running for the green
Pull me over for the speed
Shit
Marijuana steam
Blowin out my mouth
This life is but a dream
No time to sit and pout
Just listen to the king
Just listen to the king
Trials tribulations
Don't you know they shape the nation
On a roll we paper chasin'
Got to go I gotta goal
Formulate a plan
That correlates to man
No we are not equal
Save you from the evil
The one percent of people
Got me feeling evil
Noddin my head
This life is so surreal
Got us seeing red
Don't you see the seals
Got us feeling dead
There's no great appeal
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Agustin
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