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Backwoods packages litter tabletops
Gone off that shit, my eyes lower than your stable's stock
I get stoned and I'm dope. I'm made of rock
You feeling stagnant?
When that boat tips, I made it rock
I used to play Sega Saturn and shit
And now I smoke a lot of weed
And it ain't mattered a bit
Blood splatter on the back of the whip
I backed up with the strength of the pistons in MAC trucks
You ever seen a grown man crumble into a puddle?
Man I ain't have a move left
I couldn't do nothing but struggle
I need some shit to keep my mind on the power-points
I took the path that I could find and devoured joints
Mofuckers been asking for this one
I never had sense; I had the passion to get some
And then I saw her. She skates slow
But fuck it, I'll even the pace, so

And I've never been as happy as right now
But shit, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
Start my day with a pot of black coffee

Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
Police chase, wilding

Never been one for the talking, talking, talking
Anxiety-ridden, I hide in the rhythm
I'm ficus, burning bush
I turned to Christ then burned a book
It turned to ice; I learned to cook it
Work at night, I turned and booked it
But bitch, I ain't been tripping
Technology squared, my angle's missing
Open ended. Where to go? I hope it's different soon
I'm sick of job interviews
They're looking for a different dude
Life's a bitch, I heard she's sleeping in the nude
White-lies dancing, trying to creep into the truth
California kush; my people stay sedated
I party all week to keep my evils satiated

And I've never been as happy as right now
But shit, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
Start my day with a pot of black coffee

Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
Police chase, wilding...

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