Like filling up gas or taking out cash
Something always lurking in my stash
It starts off fresh And in a dash
It's such a drag
I'm at the bottom of the bag
Bottom of the Bag
It's not really the end
It's merely a new page
Top Load it and Fast forward
I'll see you soon my friend
In the bottom of the bag!
All it took was a fresh chronic blunt
I used to be a lightweight
You never see it coming,
It's not really the end
The next party is right around the bend
Bottom of the Bag
It's not really the end
It's merely a new page
Top Load it and Fast forward
I'll see you soon my friend
In the bottom of the bag!
BOTTOM OF THE BAG
BOTTOM OF THE BAG
BOTTOM OF THE BAG
Eighth and Quarter and Half and Z
Next time you can count with me
Eighth and Quarter and Half and Z
Next time you can come with me