420

(albüm: Garden - 2015)

[Intro:]
Yeah, right there

[DEATH+:]
Smoke all this weed 'til I can't even breathe
Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (goddamn)
TH, PS3, skate in the street, smoking my blunt in the trees
My thoughts are covered in leaves, they're never pleased
No success, no release
Do what the fuck I want
Take my time, take my grind
Pack this shit up in my blunt
I don't need to fucking rap, man
I just need my fucking blunt
Fuck this shit, alright, man
I just need a mothafucking blunt
'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
Goddamn, purp
Dopeman blunt
In my mothafucking lips
Take this shit to my lungs
I be smoking Sour D every day of the month, bitch

[Lil Peep:]
Breathe, stretch
Deep breath
Life, death
Smoking these blunts to my neck 'til I go
Open my lungs and I resin my throat
Choke from the blunt while I flex on your ho
Smoke, smoke
Pass the gas and the lighter
Smack on that ass and I bite her
I'll make that pussy feel tighter
Blowing my smoke at a spider
I'm getting bugs high
Bitch, I'm a swamp guy
I'll give you one shot
Bitch, take your best shot
I could really give a fuck about you people
Smoking reefer like this shit don't make me evil
Meet the reaper while I'm burning down the steeple
Keep the beeper by the heater, that's illegal
Fuck what you thought
Fuck what you bought
Fuck what you drive
I'm fucking your mind
Scuffing my kicks
I play for the Knicks
Cuts in my wrist
'Cause I know that nobody can fuck with this shit
I feel so alone, look at the clones
If your body dope but your mind in the gutter then don't call my phone
I'm good on my own
Blowin this dope out my throat what cho bitch won't stop watchin me fo?
I got your bitch mopping the flow
I'm getting cancer, I'm getting cancer, I'm getting cancer, ho
I heard you be dancing, ho, don't make me wait, I won't answer, ho
Don't got the answers, don't got the answers, don't got the answers, ho
I am not fancy, I am not wealthy, bitch you can't talk 'bout my clothes

Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky
Everybody wanna get high, middle fingers to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why