Hold It In (feat. Wax)

Hold it in, hold it in
Til your lungs begin to burn
Hold it in, hold it in
While it melts away concern
Hit it til you choke and your lungs fill up with the smoke and then just when you're about to give in
Hold it in, hold it in, until that three gram dutch returns

It's Friday and you ain't got shit to do
Yo, I'm gonna get you high
You'll be catatonic off 2 blunts of ugly chronic
Fire hotter than the 4th of july, yo
I got what you need
But it ain't up for sale
The price is always free
But don't you dare exhale

Hold it in, hold it in
Til your lungs begin to burn
Hold it in, hold it in
While it melts away concern
Hit it til you choke and your lungs fill up with the smoke and then just when you're about to give in
Until that bowl pack for two returns

I used to smoke shwag, it came in a bag
Now i've raised the bar, my shit comes in a jar
Speakin of ajar, peep the door of my car
Now get inside and shut it let's get high as that there star
In the sky, that's orion's belt bucklin hear myself chucklin (the) succulent roughage I'm puffin
Couplin the tantalizing taste and delectable smell
That compliments my oxygen especially well
There's an air of arrogance that comes over me when I hit it
Like I understood some shit that'd make many say "I dont get it"
My lungs are sponges and I just let the smoke absorb in em
Unreasonably high's the definition of exorbitant
Google it, herb is not a thing that I am frugal with
The shit that I get now you on jupiter after you get
Like two little hits in your system, twist em like crazy
Hold it like a baby then pass it like the gravy

Hold it in, hold it in
Til your lungs begin to burn
Hold it in, hold it in
While it melts away concern
Hit it til you choke and your lungs fill up with the smoke and then just when you're about to give in
Until that pre rolled jay returns