Verse 1 Lunch break at the crib, no cubicle cage, Bong on the table—glass thicker than wage. Kush Cream Cake nuggets, trichomes like glaze, Pack it to the brim, torch it, watch it blaze. One rip, lung seize, hold it till it fade, Cough out the stress, exhale the charade. Clock says 12:07, I’m already paid, Friday in my veins, let the weekend cascade. Verse 2 Reclined in the throne, socks on the dash, Bong water bubblin’ like Perrier splash. Terps hit the palate—vanilla, gas, hash, Euphoria floodin’, no need for the cash. Neighbors knockin’? Let ’em smell the bouquet, This ain’t mid, this that top-shelf soufflé. Mind do a backflip, thoughts ricochet, Corporate chains rustin’, I’m cuttin’ away. Hook (x2 – rapid fire) Big bong rips on the lunch break, Kush Cream Cake got the room in a quake! Homebound Friday, I’m runnin’ the play, Haters stay mad—hit the goddamn highway! Verse 3 Snapchat off, Do Not Disturb on lock, Bong rip symphony—glug-glug, then pop. Eyes turn to slits, third one unlock, See through the matrix, dodge every clock. Ash in the tray, resin on the nail, One more torpedo, send the ego to jail. Laugh at the grind, let the real prevail, This ain’t rebellion—this my holy grail. Verse 4 Steamroll the roach, let the cherry stay lit, Mind on a comet, tail full of grit. Boss send a Slack? Tell him eat my shit, I’m off the grid, high as legit. Kush got me floatin’, zero gravity drift, Problems shrink down to a spec in the rift. Half-hour sabbath, soul get a lift, Return to the desk? Nah, I’m callin’ it—shift. Hook (x2 – layered ad-libs) Big bong rips on the lunch break, (rip it!) Kush Cream Cake got the room in a quake! (bake it!) Homebound Friday, I’m runnin’ the play, (slay it!) Haters stay mad—hit the goddamn highway! (skrrt!) Verse 5 Percolator gurgle, ice in the neck, Rip so fat, lungs cash a check. Vision go tunnel, colors go speck, Kush Cream dreamin’—no side effect. Phone blowin’ up? Let it ring to the void, I’m in the cosmos, fully employed. Square world panic, I’m overjoyed, This my scripture—bluntly deployed. Verse 6 Final rip, hold it, let the silence sing, Exhale a dragon, watch the smoke ring. Weekend preview, let the freedom cling, Clock back at 12:59—still the king. Log back in floatin’, grin like a fiend, Productivity? Nah, I’m runnin’ the scene. Kush in my blood, liberty supreme, Lunch break liturgy—live the damn dream. Final Hook (x3 – slow build, then explode) Big bong rips on the lunch break, Kush Cream Cake got the whole world fake! Homebound Friday, I’m carvin’ the way, If you ain’t smokin’… HIT THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ HIGHWAY!
