pick the pipe like a question pick the leaf like a mood pack it down with my thumb like i’m loading up the truth two matches every time light, tamp, light then i step outside myself just enough to see right i don't govern i just sitout back unpaid prophet with a pipe and a match haze flows round unquestionable facts the pipe is lit and the window cracked got a side-piece for every day of the week curves in the cabinet polished and discreet need space cause i smoke smoke cause i need space don’t come back holy with that ghost on your T i don't govern i just sitout back unpaid prophet with a pipe and a match haze flows round unquestionable facts the pipe is lit and the window cracked she says i love that pipe i say it loves me back i buy her little gifts keep her polished and stacked call it ritual call it a loop you need space cause you smoke then you smoke for the truth she got the whole house but i drift to the back light it up baby she ain't mad about that but don't kiss me holy with the sermon so black the pipe is lit the window cracked i don't govern i just sitout back unpaid prophet with a pipe and a match haze flows round unquestionable facts the pipe is lit and the window cracked
