Smoking fat blunts of the tree
Another one maybe 2 maybe 3
Maybe 4 maybe 5
Not sure I’m gone survive
Passed 8 now that’s 9
Hands up if your fried
Taking a trip to the constellations
Every time my mind so faded
Why the complications
My Proclamation
Is I want the music to cause conversation
And get the people ready to
Ensemble like congregation
Never settle for anything beyond amazing
Dissemble all the lames I’m a fine replacement
Light em up like the blizzy that we blaze
Then outsell em my name Danny Cordre
Or Dre the type of level I’ll be on one day
Consider this foreplay
Bars more intricate entendres that hold more weight
Than the instruments they had used to form Majin Bu’s plate
Smoking fat blunts of the tree
Another one maybe 2 maybe 3
Maybe 4 maybe 5
Not sure I’m gone survive
Passed 8 now that’s 9
Hands up if your fried
Wanna take a second to dwell on my last trip
Took a shroom shit you can say I was mad lit
Positivity showed
Was so blowed
Straight laughing
Found serenity
Wished it would last
Cause this labyrinth
Is so elaborate
They energize sheep with minimal ties to
Content for control then demonize and Criminalize plenty of guys that have kids
Visualize they’re no different from you and I
So when you hear
Smoke a fat wood of loud to the dome
Go home and type into google chrome
How to wake up from being a clone
We gotta learn how to take back the control
As the smoke fills the room now I’m outta tree
Bro Is feeling mad dumb can’t even see
Clock says four, no wait it says five
Time to fall into bed wondering how I got so high
