Deep cuts in the album
I make volumes
Dedicated to the headphone, medicating, toting potent
Smoke bros
I'm off those but not yours
One effect but two causes
Laws just swoop round ya loop round ya
I'm locked up in this cup board, no colors, and no ganja
All I have is the sunshine
And this ones mine, I flick it up one time
To raise my zen zen levels
With a blunt in one hand, other fighting ten devils
They match with the speed but my techniques trouble
That's all I really need when I think about needing
That's all I still feel when I think about feeling
In this color wheel
In this color wheel