I got 10 on it ++

Scaling peaks, no ropes in sight

Climbing Everest on a paper flight

Orbit’s edge, my lungs take wing

Galaxy spins with every ring

​Eyes like satellites, they scan the void

Constellations dance, my soul employed

Gravity whispers, but I won’t descend

Ladders of smoke to worlds transcend

​Torch in hand, I light the sun

Blazing trails till the night is done

I got 10 on it that’s enough

Indica or sativa stuff

Pipe or wax just light it up

Resin dabs in every cup

Third eye open, the cosmos sways

Maps unfold in this purple haze

​High like notes in a jazzman’s riff

Floating tones on a vaporous skiff

Time bends slow, stretched and thin

Infinite loops where thoughts begin

​Crown of clouds, I’m the astral king

Scepter’s a joint, it’s a holy thing

Queen sits beside, her throne’s the air

Kingdom of highs, we’re everywhere

I got 10 on it that’s enough

Indica or sativa stuff

Pipe or wax just light it up

Resin dabs in every cup

Flames kiss glass, the dragon’s breath

Smoke signals rise, no kings, no crest

Bagged dreams in hand, the market’s call

Currency of clouds, we trade and ball

​Green rivers flow, the bridge is lit

Passing torches, no counterfeit

Puff’s a passport, the world unfolds

Deals inked in haze, stories retold

I got 10 on it that’s enough

better not pretend like you’re tough

because if you mess with me

You might find out I got Popeye’s spinach in my weed