She twistin’ the spliff for a mood shift, I’m zooted, elusive, my mind on a moonlift, Chewin’ on shrooms at a beach that’s exclusive for nudists, she droolin’ from tunes from my Cuban acoustics. Lungs like a vacuum, fat wraps like a mummy’s tomb, Got resin on fingers like Super Glue laughin’ at Looney Tunes while singin’ Tuesday Afternoon by The Moody Blues. Pulled up with snacks in the whip, she packin’ her lips with cannabis chips, She lickin’ the crumbs off her fingers, then laughs and grins like sin got a measurable grip. I’m bendin’ the corner like blunts gettin’ twisted, my eyelids are pissed when my vision’s kaleidoscope, She ridin’ my aura on Godzilla shoulders, I’m floatin’, she bouncin’ in hyperbole quotes. I’m an ounce in the wind like the pope with a spliff in a blunt-colored robe, I been countin’ my sins by the ash marks smudgin’ the funk in my soul. Call that divine intervention, my high got dimensions, I’m vibin’ with tribal intentions, She grindin’ the lemon, I light it with tension like psilocybin wise men ignitin’ confessions. I pull up in hemp clothes, tempo bent, speakin’ hex code, Hoes do the splits, high as shit sippin’ espresso. Skrrt in a Scooby van, rolled twenty doobies in, Got munchies so monstrous, I took down a city like Gozer in Louis’ den. I’m puffin’ on “Where Did My Face Go,” Took four hits, watchin’ old shit like Space Ghost. Hopped on the break with a stoner girl freak who sticks to me like pancakes and maple. We break rules like passin’ joints in a chapel. My snapback smell like a lemon pie candle. I ain’t never had a church invite, but I’m preachin’ through these edible samples. I got two blunts in my hoodie pouch, One for the function, one for the couch. She doin’ aerobics with incense lit and her left tit stuck in my mouth. We relatin’ like kids in detention with spray paint and riffs that got weed in the vowels. I’m drippin’ in sweat from a hotbox coffin, rappin’ like Smino puffin’ trees into clouds. I chew on the beat like it’s cannabis brittle, dismantlin’ riddles with tandem delivery, Got brands in the kitchen, she whippin’ the crumble like family recipes handed from Sicily. I’m that one on the playlist that freaks get naked to. Boomin’ like subwoofers shakin’ asses in Daisy Dukes. You rappin’ in captions, my actions teleport, slap you, and leave you with a Baby Ruth. I’m stoner royalty, viscount of dabs laid back in a jacuzzi pool, Lungs lookin’ like caves in Peru with billion-year resin and crystalline hues. We don’t do mimosas, just mimics of Moses Weed party thoughts with some solar flutes. I’m toasted, focused, flow got hypnosis when I’m spittin’ the truth, I get to the root like a cavity in your molar tooth. Yeah, that’s me, sippin’ on mixed drinks and conspiracy theories, Stay ahead of the game so none of y’all can get near me. I’m make you fear me, ghost this shit when I roast you quick with a cigarette in my lip like Dennis Leary. You don’t wanna clash, I dash like the flash and travel around the world and back at speeds so fast, I’ll slip into the past and cut off your great granddad’s sack, Erasin’ your family history. (I pity da fool!) like Mister T. All my verses look like greenhouses, get high just readin’ the margins, Every rhyme’s like a trap door chokin’ the beat with a garden. I’m dancin’ with centaurs in freak mode, got the whole squad lit off tree cones, Floatin’ like ashes with hash in my passport, laughin’ in beast mode. Catch me in orbit with warlocks and herbals, I travel through wormhole blunt smoke in a circle. Your girl in my DMs askin’ if I do readings. I told her I only read Purple Urkle. I’m the smoke in your pipe, call me Holy Ghost Cough, Every exhale sounds like heaven when it goin’ off. She said, “You rap like a puzzle with weed in the middle,” I said, “I rap with a strange-flow in riddles.” Every word make the couch feel brittle, Her ass so big, she sat on a rainbow and made Skittles. Big bag of that Grinch green, grin like a heathen, She thick with a lip ring, skinny-dippin’ in the deep end. We interlocked like keychains, knees can’t hold her, Got her bouncin’ like checks with a weak-ass donor. I’m zonin’, coastin’, braggin’ and boastin’ in slow-motion, My weed loud enough to get an oceanfront notice. Silver kimono, I’m stylin’ in loungewear, Burnin’ so much I got bowl smoke in my brow hair. I do-si-do with hoes in bougie bathrobes, We sip Merlot with hash in the airflow. Side-glide through a vice den, iced gin, A goddess with both eyes red twistin’ up a tight stem. My nice grin make angels get jealous, She came twice just from how my name gets embellished. I’m outlandish, ounces in sandwich bags, High off hash, got my doppelgänger panic stashed. No manners, I slide through the gala blazed, With hoes blowin’ o’s like operatic plays. Twerk symphonies, skirt splittin’ ministries, Bong hits turn church girls to libertines instantly. My scripture is laced, bitches kiss it and faint, Then ride me like I’m Falkor off mystical strains.
