Wake and bake, motherfucker, that’s the start of the day Got a grinder full of gas and a fresh ounce on the tray Ashes on my shirt, smoke hanging in the air Lighter in my pocket like I carry it everywhere Blue Dream in a jar, Sour Diesel in another Northern Lights tucked away right beside her OG Kush got the room smelling loud as hell Crack the lid one time and the whole house can tell Backwoods getting split, dumping flower in the leaf Stuff it till it’s fat enough to damn near crack my teeth One spark, two pulls, now my eyes halfway gone Bassline shaking walls while I chief all night long Neighbors looking sideways every time that I drive Cause the smell hit the street before I even arrive Got the windows rolled up and the cabin full of smoke Whole damn car looking like a chimney when I roll Munchies hit hard, now I’m raiding the fridge Pizza, chips, candy bars stacked high as a bridge High as a satellite floating over the globe Middle finger to the stress while I’m blowing out smoke Verse 2 Got the torch fired up and the dab looking gold One rip off the banger got me losing control Live resin, rosin, diamonds packed in the jar One monster hit and I’m floating to Mars Bong water dirty but the smoke stay clean Got a giant glass piece looking like a machine Ice in the neck and the bowl packed tight Taking huge rips in the middle of the night Edibles kicking in two hours later Now I’m staring at cartoons while I’m crushing all the flavors Cookies on the counter, brownies by the plate High enough to think I might communicate with space Walked in the room and forgot why I came Then I stood there confused trying remember my name Every stoner in the world know exactly what I mean Brain buffering slow from some top shelf green Dispensary run with the homies on a mission Looking at the menu like a damn mathematician Trying pick a strain but they all look fire Leave with twice as much as I planned to acquire ⸻ Hook Fuck a shot, fuck a pill, pass the weed, let me breathe Got a pound in the jar and a forest in the leaves White Widow, GG4, got my eyes half shut If it ain’t loud as fuck, don’t be passing that blunt Roll it, pack it, spark it, let the whole room choke Got the blunt doing laps while the speakers blow smoke From the bong to the rig, from the joint to the bowl I’m a motherfucking stoner, that’s the truth in my soul ⸻ Verse 3 Smoke before work, smoke after work Smoke when I’m blessed and smoke when I’m hurt Smoke when I’m winning and smoke when I lose Smoke when I’m kicking it back with the crew Fresh eighth on the tray getting broken apart Sticky crystals on my fingers looking like glitter art Kief catcher loaded up and ready to dump Sprinkle that shit on top and watch the high jump Hotbox sessions got the windows sweating Everybody coughing while I’m chain-lighting weapons Smoke so thick you could cut it with a knife Can’t see the dashboard but I’m loving this life 808s pounding through the trunk like thunder Whole damn street stop and wonder Rearview shaking, license plate vibrating Bass so heavy got the pavement resonating Late night studio with a beat and a blunt Writing bars while the smoke cloud stunt Every rhyme getting sharper with every inhale Every exhale launching another story to tell ⸻ Verse 4 Grow tent humming in the corner of the room LED lights glowing like a spaceship in bloom Watching little seedlings turn into giant trees Heavy ass colas covered thick with frozen leaves Trim season got my fingers glued shut But I ain’t complaining when the harvest fill up Mason jars stacked from the floor to the shelf Knowing every damn nug came from my own self Purple in the flower, orange hairs on the bud Trichomes shining like diamonds in the mud Break it in half and the aroma attack Hit so damn hard it’ll damn near punch back Some smoke for sleep and some smoke for peace Some smoke to make anxiety finally cease Some smoke with friends till the sun come up Some smoke alone with a giant ass blunt Here’s to the stoners keeping lighters on deck To the smoke circles showing nothing but respect To the old glass pieces and the fresh packed cones To the nights spent laughing till the morning comes Last blunt burning while the ash fall slow 808s still knocking while my eyes hang low Clouds fill the room as I finish this scroll Motherfucking weed, yeah it’s stitched in my soul
