Verse 1 Home base locked, doors sealed tight, Kush Cream Cake bricks, frostbite white. Bong taller than pride, ice in the spine, Torch kiss the bowl—let the resin climb. Inhale the glacier, lungs crystallize, Exhale a blizzard, frost in my eyes. Couch is my kingdom, smoke is the crown, Gravity quits when the terps touch down. Verse 2 Percolator roars like a V8 beast, Rip so dense, it could host a feast. Vanilla gas swirl, cake in the crease, Mind do a nosedive into inner peace. Ash tap ballet, cherry stays red, One more torpedo—launch from the head. No clocks, no chains, no script to read, Just me and the dank, high off the creed. Hook (x2 – guttural, stacked) Big bong rips in the ganja smoke, Kush Cream Cake got the cosmos choked! Chillin’ in the haze, let the realness soak, If you ain’t blazed—hit the fuckin’ road! Verse 3 Trichomes like diamonds, cut from the vein, Snap of the stem—pure sugar cane. Bong water milky, thick as the brain, Rip pull the soul, leave the shell in the frame. Laugh at the silence, it laughs right back, Smoke rings orbit like a zodiac track. Time bends soft, let the moments stack, Kush Cream cathedral—never look back. Verse 4 Eyes turn to lava, slow-motion drip, One hit, one world—ego take the trip. Bass in my chest from the bong’s eclipse, Terps paint the air, calligraphy scripts. Roach in the tray, still burnin’ alive, Resin on glass like a beehive. No destination, just the endless dive, Kush Cream gospel—stayin’ high to survive. Hook (x2 – layered, echo) Big bong rips in the ganja smoke, (inhale!) Kush Cream Cake got the cosmos choked! (exhale!) Chillin’ in the haze, let the realness soak, (breathe!) If you ain’t blazed—hit the fuckin’ road! (leave!) Verse 5 Final bowl packed, denser than fate, Torch melt the cap, seal the escape. Rip so colossal, it bends the plate, Soul leave the body, levitate. Smoke coils thick, like a serpent’s spine, Kush Cream venom—taste divine. No words, no thoughts, just the pure design, High as the ether, crossin’ every line. Verse 6 Cherry glows lone in the darkened room, Exhale a galaxy, dispel the gloom. Kush Cream empire, built in the plume, Reign everlasting, no tomb, no doom. Bong set to rest, mission complete, Still floatin’ weightless, no ground for feet. Dank in my blood, pulse in the beat, This is the scripture—eternal retreat. Final Hook (x3 – slow, then erupt) Big bong rips in the ganja smoke, Kush Cream Cake got the whole void broke! Chillin’ in the haze, let the legend cloak, If you ain’t down— HIT THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ ROAD, JOKE!
