Cure
(专辑: From Seed To Sale - 2022)
This a
quarter-ounce J
type of day Water rising in my pine, Bernie 'hind the
itchy balm from Dubs We mixing hash with the
buzzing Riding slow, I'm paranoid with all this cash in my truck Watch [?] when you passing 'em up In the
night club, smoking, flicking ash in my cup I
need some Z
or something new, I'm snobby with the
tree And the
wine fridge full of terps, forty-two degrees We popping overseas, carry-on full of C's Get harassed when we leave, they running through my thangs I've been everywhere and back, always bring my own stash Pay the
hotels fees in advance I'm smoking out the
van, the
driver wants a
nug for himself Used to try and chase the
bag and now I'm focused on my health They getting taxed just to put it on the
shelf They might need a
better line, they begging for my help Pull this glass out and heat up the
nail I
like 'em low, two pounds, I'm rolling vibes by the
roll I'm shooting dice, I'm on a
roll I
just hit three times in a
row We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the
stems snap A
million bags sold, not a
single one sent back Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack I
promise they ain't smoking like this We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the
stems snap A
million bags sold, not a
single one sent back Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack I
promise they ain't smoking like this My eyes heavy as I
take another cold-start The
lakehouse feeling like a
scene out the
Ozarks Candy pack so dark, I
can get an extra buck It's hard to let the
mind chill when you really level up They fly from everywhere just to come and smoke one Trips to LA, I'ma need to hold one We burning 'til we can't think, I
bet I
don't fall asleep I
came up here to shop and I'ma want 'em cheap Indiana Bubblegum with the
real cat piss Roll another one, I
feel like I'm numb Twenty years later and still, I'm the
one Watch my full-term Garm just chill in the
sun I
don't want it if it ain't dried right with the
cure light I
told 'em, "This is my time," but they ain't hear right Only new-new in my lungs, that shit taste like a
plum Hit it soft, I
don't want it to brown We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the
stems snap A
million bags sold, not a
single one sent back Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack I
promise they ain't smoking like this We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the
stems snap A
million bags sold, not a
single one sent back Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack I
promise they ain't smoking like this