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