Crack a leaf, twist the green, flick the flame with a grin, That White Widow kiss got me levitatin’ in sin. Sun meltin’ on the porch, slow drippin’ the day, We ain’t stressin’ over clocks, we just floatin’ away. Guitar licks in the back like Hendrix on wax, While the homie pourin’ brown, rollin’ Kush in packs. Laughter spillin’ through the breeze like a memory dance, Blunt pass like a ritual, no second chance. Talkin’ bullshit with the crew, time slow like codeine, Eyes squintin’ like I’m peekin’ through a smoky dream. Got that indica seduction in a brown wrap shell, Feelin’ higher than a sermon, but I’m vibin’ like hell. No drama in the circle, just a flame and a vibe, Just the truth in rotation, ain’t no ego alive. We just cool with the cosmos, livin’ free off the map, While the resin build slow on the tip of the wrap. ⸻ [Verse 2] Cherry burn like a comet in the midnight sky, Got my mind on mute, but my soul on high. That Gorilla Glue grip got me stuck in my seat, While the speaker leak blues on a West Side beat. Ain’t no cops, ain’t no stress, just the click and the weed, Just the echo of the bass and a bag full of need. Tellin’ stories ‘bout the past when we ain’t have shit, Now it’s jars on the table and a joint that won’t quit. Every hit bring a flashback, blurry but gold, Like that night in the Civic with the windows rolled. Bumpin’ Bone Thugs loud while the whole world spun, We was broke, high as fuck, but that pain still run. Now we blessed in the presence, smokin’ loud on a stoop, With the scent of that haze like forbidden fruit. I don’t need no vacation when I’m this damn gone, Let the smoke write the scripture, let the beat play on. ⸻ [Verse 3] Say the world full of demons — fuck it, we full of flame, Rollin’ ounces of trauma, exhalin’ the shame. Got the lighter in my palm like I’m sparkin’ rebirth, We turn pain into plumes, every hit got worth. Ain’t no strangers in the circle, just the chosen few, If you never passed fire, then I don’t know you. We be bondin’ over strain, not the dollars you flash, We be puffin’ through the pressure, never chasin’ the cash. Let the blunt be my pastor, let the smoke be the hymn, Let the silence in the space be the peace within. I done cried into a roach, let the tears ride steam, Now I float in the fog, seein’ light through green. Let that classic rock play with a soulful bend, While the weed talk back like a long lost friend. No labels, no lies, just a heart and a zip, Got a spliff in my soul and a truth on my lip. ⸻ [Verse 4] I ain’t high, I’m enlightened — there’s a difference, G, I’m just chasin’ elevation with consistency. Got my lungs baptized in a sea of smoke, And my dreams ride waves that the real ones wrote. Feelin’ free in the breeze while the universe spin, While that blunt ride slow like original sin. Ain’t no cap in my cipher, ain’t no mask on me, If you ain’t got nothin’ real, don’t pass to me. That’s OG etiquette, stoner law, deep-rooted, Keep the flame on the blunt, like my faith undisputed. I done fought for the peace that I’m holdin’ today, I ain’t rich, but I’m calm — that’s a hell of a pay. And if I die in the smoke, let ‘em carve on my stone: “Here lies a real one, who stayed high to the bone.” So I chief in the moonlight, silent and bold, While the ash fall soft, and my story unfold.
