420's Eve
Stoner's Eve LoFi on a 10 hour loop
The drugs hit me kinda quickly I'ma have to regroup
Dunking diamonds in the bucket, we ain't shooting no hoops
All I see is tree tree tree tree I am Groot
All the reefers popped our peepers bout a quarter til 12
Wake the house with the loud baby you know the smell
All the skunks in the neighborhood burning in Hell
I'm Bizarro Bill Clinton, all I do is inhale
Call me Kill Blunton, I got a lil summ
Hit this til ya lips numb and you can't feel nothing
I got some live resin pills and some rosin gummies
Topicals for my mommy, her arthritis flared
Some people take the elevator, some prefer the stairs
I'm suspended in the air, glossy blank stare
If there ain't a smoker section I was never there
If there was I'm unaware cause I smoke everywhere
It's 420 Eve
Every day is 4/20
People ask why I'm squinting
My eyes are red dry and itching
This is my form of venting
But we ain't ventilated
Hoe you all know the fragrance
The legal market so Jaded
Trap shops uncoordinated
These black market eighths underweight
These white market eighths past the date
I'm passing joints like collection plates
Watching niggas walk protection crates
What an iconic challenge
Milk crates causing damage
I guess the takeaway is sometimes in life you gotta find your balance
Damn
Dropping gems like obese children
Telling truth, casted me a villain
Never excommunicated from my village
Sometimes just isolated in my feelings
My high thoughts took the driver's wheel
Told Jesus we gone smoke some kill
Drench me in the blood, bless me with a mil
That daily bread can make a couple meals
It's 420 Eve
B-b-b-b-burnt like the o-ozone
Stoned to the chromosomes
Pardon my cologne
Turnt to the maximal
The dabs made her faint like she's theatrical
Dishing heat like Graterol
Made em swerve like traffic cones
Devil's lettuce in my salad bowl
God's Gift, Holy Grail, BioJesus save my soul
All the marijuana march madness Instagram polls
Prophesied by the god, foretold
Never fold, only tuck and roll
To the new plague anthem
Run that back if you need receipts or a transcript
Holding true and I never let my fucking hand slip
Rolling glue got me stuck like adhesive bandage
I'm a pioneer
You in rookie year
Thinking that you doing something in that cookies gear
If you really were my peer you would know smokers aren't what we appear
Rock a target sweat suit, drop a thousand on the clear
My dear
The drugs hit me kinda quickly I'ma have to regroup
Dunking diamonds in the bucket, we ain't shooting no hoops
All I see is tree tree tree tree I am Groot
All the reefers popped our peepers bout a quarter til 12
Wake the house with the loud baby you know the smell
All the skunks in the neighborhood burning in Hell
I'm Bizarro Bill Clinton, all I do is inhale
Call me Kill Blunton, I got a lil summ
Hit this til ya lips numb and you can't feel nothing
I got some live resin pills and some rosin gummies
Topicals for my mommy, her arthritis flared
Some people take the elevator, some prefer the stairs
I'm suspended in the air, glossy blank stare
If there ain't a smoker section I was never there
If there was I'm unaware cause I smoke everywhere
It's 420 Eve
Every day is 4/20
People ask why I'm squinting
My eyes are red dry and itching
This is my form of venting
But we ain't ventilated
Hoe you all know the fragrance
The legal market so Jaded
Trap shops uncoordinated
These black market eighths underweight
These white market eighths past the date
I'm passing joints like collection plates
Watching niggas walk protection crates
What an iconic challenge
Milk crates causing damage
I guess the takeaway is sometimes in life you gotta find your balance
Damn
Dropping gems like obese children
Telling truth, casted me a villain
Never excommunicated from my village
Sometimes just isolated in my feelings
My high thoughts took the driver's wheel
Told Jesus we gone smoke some kill
Drench me in the blood, bless me with a mil
That daily bread can make a couple meals
It's 420 Eve
B-b-b-b-burnt like the o-ozone
Stoned to the chromosomes
Pardon my cologne
Turnt to the maximal
The dabs made her faint like she's theatrical
Dishing heat like Graterol
Made em swerve like traffic cones
Devil's lettuce in my salad bowl
God's Gift, Holy Grail, BioJesus save my soul
All the marijuana march madness Instagram polls
Prophesied by the god, foretold
Never fold, only tuck and roll
To the new plague anthem
Run that back if you need receipts or a transcript
Holding true and I never let my fucking hand slip
Rolling glue got me stuck like adhesive bandage
I'm a pioneer
You in rookie year
Thinking that you doing something in that cookies gear
If you really were my peer you would know smokers aren't what we appear
Rock a target sweat suit, drop a thousand on the clear
My dear
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Writer(s): Mack Thomas
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