Rock hit

it doesn't take a genius yall

as it seems...... all my dreams are lost

the grip of addictio....at my demons cost

through the Vanessa blind,...I'm peeking hard

between thev part.... where the piece is gone checking bushes.... street, trees n lawn,

all I see is leeches

fiends a dog.... shadow peeps and the sneaking law

cuz I've been tweaking N geeking... all weekend long

deep in thought... pass the weed n bongI

Weeze and cough.., We up in smoke... like Cheech n chong

something feelin off... weird in wrong

there's no reason yall

how's the snow still here..., when the witer seasons gone.

big pile of powder.... and a piece straw. Woooooo..... that's clean and strong got me tight nasals clogged... I can hardly breath or talk... through my clenched teeth I jaw.... I'm dehydrated and I can't eat at all...sO many steps my feet s raw

I'm headed to the moon-- on a rock hit

Not the kind you fly-- but the kind ya find up in my

Pocket

If Your coming grab your bag and ya better hop in

Bc once we take off there ain't no stopping

Just sizling chopping and popping

My bills rolled up like back in the day when I sold drugs

Ya only get told once then get split like rolled blunt

Wrapped in a bag like a cold cut

Couple squares busting circles in a line dance getting tore up

Double dare you dumb fucks n our worthless lying asses to come pulling up

But I'm uh between ya not that damn foolish