Am I trippin' or is my mind limpin' I'm stuck up in this bitch all damn day
I got scars on my soul that's been eatin' away I got a blunt up in my hand and it's helpin
Me pray I hope I make it to the place that I think
I will keep on livin' up in my brain It's safe here, why wouldn't I stay
I still gotta keep a peace where I lay, uh Big chillin, low doly, loly loly
The look up on my face will make you think I did some codeine
I lost my brain when I was seven, why you think I'm rolling
I pop it up and roll it up, I love it when I'm doly