I'm recording with that pack on me
Know you smell that good so I guess that's why they mad at me
The booze and weed I done mastered these
Eating me some Japanese, know I keep a bag of trees
I be on that syrup and it's looking like the sap from trees
What the f*ck you smoking on, that shit smell like opossum
I be smoking good flowers it feels like imma blossom
Imma pay for that grade A, no matter what its costing
I be on the grind like my name is Eric Koston
Flows came out the creek, you now tuned in with Dawson
Tuned into the other side, where my mind lost in
About to blow up like some f*cking cyanide
Hit the gas and get high, yeah it make me wanna, hold on
Do you wanna go for a ride
Get some Bombay, maybe roll more of this pine
The perks on my bro ass, I promise that he fine
Just turn the gain up a lil, hear my cells fryin
He going straight in, it's about time
I'm high as the stars and I'm sipping on that shine
With what's up in my blunt I probably broke 5 crimes
Pull up with that blower like my last name Grimes
Smoking in the hotel room f*ck the fines
Who the hell narcotics are these bitch they're mine
Rolled up an extendo and it's longer than a vine
Still going bar for bar you can keep the lines
Spit 10,000 verses before I ever resign
For you it's about time, for you it's about time
How imma finish the album think I am too high
I might just play me some horns, bitch where the tuba
Find my way back to the surface just like a scuba
I told that bitch to hide the gas in her FUPA