Baked Again

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I’m baked again (ayy!), baked again (yeah!),  
can’t find my phone but I text my friends.  
If the cops roll by, tell ‘em I’m zen,  
photosynthesizin’ *feelings*, man!  
I’m baked again (uh!), baked again (woo!),  
ashtray throne and a blunt or two.  
If life’s a strain, I’ll spark it too,  
God rolled loud — I’m his follow-through.

Half my cash went up in smoke,  
half my thoughts still crackin’ jokes.  
My girl said, “Choose — me or weed!”  
So I sparked one up and said, “We’ll see.”  
Couch lookin’ like confession time,  
snack pack sermon, praise the rhyme.  
No stress — I vibe, recline, repeat,  
I got munchies and inner peace.

Alexa, play “Munchies, Vol. 3.”  
No, not the cry-in-the-shower one — the slapping one.
Yeah… that’s it.

I’m baked again (ayy!), baked again (yeah!),  
room full of smoke like a VIP den.  
Neighbors peek in — “what’s that scent?”  
That’s success, my photosynthetic friend!

Late-night Uber to the gas station,  
eyes half-closed like meditation.  
Clerk said, “Man, you good?” — “Barely,”  
bought four snacks and a pie named Berry.
Hit the crib, dropped crumbs on my fit,  
laughed so hard I forgot I’m lit.  
Phone blowin’ up — group chat roastin’,  
said, “Bro, you texted Siri — and she ghosted.”

I don’t chase highs, highs chase me,  
I’m the cloud they wanna be.  
Burn so clean, call it THC degree,  
rolled with honor, that’s my degree.

I’m baked again (ayy!), baked again (yeah!),  
eyes on Mars, heart on ten.  
If the world ends now, let it begin,  
I’ll still spark up with a goofy grin.  
I’m baked again (uh!), baked again (woo!),  
laughin’ with legends, passin’ it through.  
If peace had a smell, it’d smell like this —  
a little loud love, and a perfect hit.

Turn the lights low…  
Nah, leave ‘em buzzin’.  
That’s the vibe.

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Yo… I tried to clean my grinder, ended up cleanin’ out my mind, . Now the whole house smells like Friday. Again Whatever. Woke up late, my blunt said “sup,” coffee’s hot, and my joint stood up. Lost my lighter — found enlightenment, talkin’ to my stove like it’s my friend. Neighbors mad ‘cause the bass too loud, I just exhale, disappear in the cloud. Nah, man — that’s not perfume, that’s motivation fillin’ the room. I’m baked again (ayy!), baked again (yeah!), can’t find my phone but I text my friends. If the cops roll by, tell ‘em I’m zen, photosynthesizin’ *feelings*, man! I’m baked again (uh!), baked again (woo!), ashtray throne and a blunt or two. If life’s a strain, I’ll spark it too, God rolled loud — I’m his follow-through. Half my cash went up in smoke, half my thoughts still crackin’ jokes. My girl said, “Choose — me or weed!” So I sparked one up and said, “We’ll see.” Couch lookin’ like confession time, snack pack sermon, praise the rhyme. No stress — I vibe, recline, repeat, I got munchies and inner peace. Alexa, play “Munchies, Vol. 3.” No, not the cry-in-the-shower one — the slapping one. Yeah… that’s it. I’m baked again (ayy!), baked again (yeah!), room full of smoke like a VIP den. Neighbors peek in — “what’s that scent?” That’s success, my photosynthetic friend! Late-night Uber to the gas station, eyes half-closed like meditation. Clerk said, “Man, you good?” — “Barely,” bought four snacks and a pie named Berry. Hit the crib, dropped crumbs on my fit, laughed so hard I forgot I’m lit. Phone blowin’ up — group chat roastin’, said, “Bro, you texted Siri — and she ghosted.” I don’t chase highs, highs chase me, I’m the cloud they wanna be. Burn so clean, call it THC degree, rolled with honor, that’s my degree. I’m baked again (ayy!), baked again (yeah!), eyes on Mars, heart on ten. If the world ends now, let it begin, I’ll still spark up with a goofy grin. I’m baked again (uh!), baked again (woo!), laughin’ with legends, passin’ it through. If peace had a smell, it’d smell like this — a little loud love, and a perfect hit. Turn the lights low… Nah, leave ‘em buzzin’. That’s the vibe.

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