With my blunt

Hook

With my blunt,

Smoke smoke — I fill the place.

With my blunt,

Smoke smoke — I fill the place.

Verse

I’m talking and… ohhh I pause a sec,

My eyes follow the wall… or is it the ceiling?

Laughing for no reason, ha that feels good,

I wonder… can I still do the bridge, hahaha.

Smoke smoke, I fill the place,

My hands touch the air… or am I floating?

I hear my laugh bouncing off the ceiling,

I can’t remember what I was saying… oh yeah… no…

Colors explode, they move with the sound,

Thinking ‘bout tomorrow… no, wait, it’s today,

Grinding in chaos, I float… I sway a bit,

Thoughts dancing, some stop, some slip away.

Low lights, high vibes… yeah I think,

A flash hits me… no, it’s gone already… hahaha, crazy,

Every vibration tingles… or am I dreaming,

Beat drops, click-clack — smoke fills the place.