Intro (spoken) Man… I swear that hydroponic hit different. That sticky sticky… that laboratory-grown demon weed… I rolled one… then another… then another… Next thing I know… My body still sittin’ on the couch… But my spirit? My spirit floating near the ceiling still gettin’ high… ⸻ Hook I’m on a spiritual high, soul in the sky Body on the couch but my mind still fly Hydroponic smoke got my spirit untied Now I’m rollin’ blunts on the other side Spiritual high, drifting away Clouds made of kush where the lost souls stay Even when I die imma still stay fried Floating through the cosmos on a spiritual high ⸻ Verse 1 Rolled up a blunt of that sticky green science, hydroponic monster with chemical defiance, one hit deep and my eyelids riot, second hit heavy now gravity quiet — third puff slow now the room start melting, ceiling fan spinning like a portal I’m entering, lungs full of thunder that the brain ain’t preventing, heartbeat knocking like the reaper is knocking — blink once hard now my body ain’t moving, but I see myself sittin’ there still barely breathing, ghost in the corner like “yo what the fuck?” while my physical self still holdin’ the blunt — couch look haunted, smoke clouds twisting, spirit form drifting through the roof like a piston, neighborhood glowing in a neon collision, every damn streetlight look like religion — high above rooftops my soul still laughing, hydroponic haze got the cosmos cracking, found another spirit on a cloud just passing, said “yo that strain got your ghost detached then.” ⸻ Hook I’m on a spiritual high, soul in the sky Body on the couch but my mind still fly Hydroponic smoke got my spirit untied Now I’m rollin’ blunts on the other side Spiritual high, drifting away Clouds made of kush where the lost souls stay Even when I die imma still stay fried Floating through the cosmos on a spiritual high ⸻ Verse 2 Now my ghost rolling blunts out of vapor and moonlight, floating through galaxies baked out of starlight, met some old stoners that passed in the afterlife still puffing cosmic blunts every damn night — one said “kid that hydroponic sacred, earthly weed just got your soul awakened,” passed me a blunt made of comet rotation, lit that bitch with a solar eruption — inhale deep now the universe bending, planets look like ashtrays slowly descending, meteor smoke got the Milky Way blending, I’m high in dimensions my brain never mentioned — then I see my body on the couch downstairs, homies yelling “damn he ain’t moving up there,” spirit laughing cause I’m still aware, just floating through heaven with hydroponic air — re-entry crash when my lungs inhale, ghost snap back like a rubber band trail, eyes open wide and I’m pale as hell, still got the blunt and the room smell loud. ⸻ Hook (Final) I’m on a spiritual high, soul in the sky Body on the couch but my mind still fly Hydroponic smoke got my spirit untied Now I’m rollin’ blunts on the other side Spiritual high, drifting away Clouds made of kush where the lost souls stay Even when I die imma still stay fried Floating through the cosmos on a spiritual high
