Blunt Wraps

Tye Dye chillin' in the cut, with the cult
Blunt full of fault
Got ah O' for your bitch
Bring her back to the crib, known result
Sub the salt, back with the malt
Time to dissolve, buried in asphalt
Take a dab
Fuck it I was running slabs
Back in the black afford, rusted accord
While swerving with cozy
Roads getting real blurry
Thinking everyone's a phony
Smoking at my ceremony
Blowing gas until I pass, I think about to cash, feelin' like some ash

More dead than I was to begin
Smoke the blunt, made 4 or 5 bands
Sky so grey, been painted that way, for generations
For I began
Ruby taught me what the normal man cant
Hard to whip. think I need a chance
Smoking with Tye Dye got me seeing events, To a quick death



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Writer(s): Cozy Haze
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