Sunrise creepin', I’m Yosemite Sam grinnin'
Eyes redder than Elmer, my day just beginnin'
Woke up Tweety, got a blunt that’s Tweedle-Dee
Bugs in my ear, "What’s up, Doc?" Pass the tree
Taz spin the grinder, got my head in a whirl
Coyote chasing highs, never catchin’ the pearl
Road Runner speed, yeah, I’m quick with the spark
Marvin on my shoulder, puffin’ loud in the dark
Wake and bake, I’m in toon with the vibes
Looney with the smoke, let it float, let it rise
Daffy in my step, goofy grins on my face
Catch me in the clouds, ain’t no need to race
Got the stash in a safe, call it Acme secure
Sylvester tryna snatch it, but my motives are pure
Porky Pig stammer when I roll up the leaf
"Th-th-th-that’s fire!" now I’m chiefin’ in peace
Foggy like Foghorn, the haze in my chest
Wile E. schemes but my chill never stressed
Pepe Le Pew with the skunk in the jar
Blowin’ anvils of smoke, I’m a toon superstar
Tweety in the window, I thought I saw a fatty
Big blunt spinning like Taz in the caddy
Wile E. scheming, got Acme on the ziplock
Road Runner speeds, puff-puff then I lift off
Elmer in the trap, duck season on the loud
Hunting for the green, foggy like a storm cloud
Sylvester on the prowl, eyes bloodshot and wide
Chasing after birds, but the smoke got him fried
Wake and bake, I’m in my toon bag Carrots in my hand, Bugs Bunny with the zig-zag
Wake and bake, chasing clouds, no lag
Daffy in the cut, goofy with the jetpack
Yosemite flame, I’m sparking up the desert
Ashes falling faster than anvils, no effort
Marvin on Mars, gas got me spaced
Eyes like Pepe, I’m just trying to chase the taste
Granny in the kitchen, cookies on the tray
I’m munchin’ like a Tasmanian devil on display
Acme box of goodies, got the room feeling loony
Spin the block twice, high tunes like a movie
What’s up, Doc? Carrot-shaped J’s in the crop
Smokin’ on a Tweety bird, got me feeling top-notch
Acme lighter flick, fuse blowing in the pot
Southside grind, Looney with the plot
Looney highs, cartoon eyes, floatin' off the ground
Granny’s cookies hit different, got me spinnin' round
Wake and bake tradition, I’m the Tasmanian beast
Hungry for the munchies, feast after the feast
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