[Intro] I haven't Made a toking anthem... What? Aight, that's cause I ain't really a stoner... I do smoke all the time, but not to get ripped... but I do like to get baked now and again... Here, Lemme lay it out for ya. [Verse] I light up a bowl, and slow the world for a minute It penetrates my soul, find the groove and get in it Unscramble my mind so I can work with the flow Get myself inclined, so all my tasks I can undergo Getting normal is euphoria, my brain needs as little halt Some blissful moritoria, escape from the constant assault I'd rather just function, keep up with my damn brain A work worthy injunction, and relief from the strain [Interruption] [Energy Drop] Indica, in da couch That bud makes me slouch Hybrids are sticky and can be too tricky Sativa can make you go When you need to get slow [Chorus] [High energy] Not enough and I don’t wanna roll, hit it right and I’m back in control. Hard sometimes to really know when that next hit’s gonna tip the bowl. Not enough and I don’t wanna roll, hit it right and I’m back in control. Hard sometimes to really know when that next hit’s gonna tip the bowl. [Verse] [even rhythmic staccato delivery] Take a thick drag and fill my lungs, that humulene, rich earthy dream Not gonna brag, just aligning my rungs, got myrcene to prolong the scene Citrusy lift when the limonene hits, puts a tingle along my tongue Body gets serene as the settling bliss makes the jingle of nerves undone Pinene spice levels the smallest knots, that slow drip behind my spine Linalool nice when it loosens the locks, one more rip and the release is fine Terpenes blend in a velvet wave, every texture a little more true Letting me mend all the frayed‑out days, every pressure released on cue [Chorus] Energy picks back up] Not enough and I don’t wanna roll, hit it right and I’m back in control. Hard sometimes to really know when that next hit’s gonna tip the bowl. Not enough and I don’t wanna roll, hit it right and I’m back in control. Hard sometimes to really know when that next hit’s gonna tip the bowl. [Half-Time Drop] [Confused, stumbling] Man… hold up… I think I— nah, wait… [Male Chuckles] [Bridge] [Slow and steady] I took a few hits too many and my brain went "Nope" Now I'm In the silverware drawer looking for a new flavor of soap My thoughts keep wanderin’ off like they’re bored of bein’ here, and I’m tryin’ to wrangle one, and the others just disappear. I was deep in the zone, now I’m zoned out on this tone, and the couch is whispering at me in a real persuasive moan. Hold up, I'm still mid song? Well, I know I'm getting this verse all wrong... [Interruption] [Confused] Everything’s slow… like… real slow… I’m just tryin’ to remember what I stood up for a second ago. [Chorus] Not enough and I don’t wanna roll, hit it right and I’m back in control. Hard sometimes to really know when that next hit’s gonna tip the bowl. Not enough and I don’t wanna roll, hit it right and I’m back in control. Hard sometimes to really know when that next hit’s gonna tip the bowl. [Outro] Hold on... the Chorus messed me up... what verse am I on? [Beat cuts out] Seriously... why are you cutting the beat? Wait, did I fuck it up again? Why are you laughing at me? Seriously!
