Blinker City (Faded Than a Ho Pt. 2)
What the fuck
I eat you for lunch
You don't want this smoke
I'm captian crunch
You cinnamon cope
Not cinnamon toast
You got no crunch
Paradoxically dry
Like Hawaiian punch
Where is the passion
Where is the heart
Out here making photo copies
Tellin me it's art
Never show my face around
I dont want you to see me
You just like a black hole now
All you spit is negativity
Ripin on that jealousy
Bitch it got the best of me
Hit that cart boi hit that stizzy
Burn that hash up in a blizzy
Ripin on that jealousy
Bitch it got the best of me
Hit that cart boi hit that stizzy
Burn that hash up in a blizzy
I collect the packs so many bitch
Every strain is fuckin with me
Hop in the whip yuh lets
Get busy
On the way to blinker city
My pop culture is animated
The lore to my story
Bitch hand created
Lookin corny got
You're memes outdated
I'm the best you're overrated
This shits insane
Strait to the brain
Live resin one gram
Hits like a sayein
Platinum carts suck
Those hoes are lame
These packs aint the same
Sleepy indica strain
Clouding my brain
I spend all my time
Up in all this space
Smokin' on the bong yuh
Black Maple bet
Got me stuck to the floor
Like an obedient pet
Permanent Marker
Straight to the face
I am an astronaut
I'm out in space
Rainbow belts
Take me to Asguard
Sherbanger we miss you
Your art went hard
Stay fuckin faded
Never come down
Blow all the smoke
Boy live in them clouds
I take the high road
So i can keep lookin down
I pick it up when ya
Drop that crown
I eat you for lunch
You don't want this smoke
I'm captian crunch
You cinnamon cope
Not cinnamon toast
You got no crunch
Paradoxically dry
Like Hawaiian punch
Where is the passion
Where is the heart
Out here making photo copies
Tellin me it's art
Never show my face around
I dont want you to see me
You just like a black hole now
All you spit is negativity
Ripin on that jealousy
Bitch it got the best of me
Hit that cart boi hit that stizzy
Burn that hash up in a blizzy
Ripin on that jealousy
Bitch it got the best of me
Hit that cart boi hit that stizzy
Burn that hash up in a blizzy
I collect the packs so many bitch
Every strain is fuckin with me
Hop in the whip yuh lets
Get busy
On the way to blinker city
My pop culture is animated
The lore to my story
Bitch hand created
Lookin corny got
You're memes outdated
I'm the best you're overrated
This shits insane
Strait to the brain
Live resin one gram
Hits like a sayein
Platinum carts suck
Those hoes are lame
These packs aint the same
Sleepy indica strain
Clouding my brain
I spend all my time
Up in all this space
Smokin' on the bong yuh
Black Maple bet
Got me stuck to the floor
Like an obedient pet
Permanent Marker
Straight to the face
I am an astronaut
I'm out in space
Rainbow belts
Take me to Asguard
Sherbanger we miss you
Your art went hard
Stay fuckin faded
Never come down
Blow all the smoke
Boy live in them clouds
I take the high road
So i can keep lookin down
I pick it up when ya
Drop that crown
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Ogle
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