Blunt

One blunt. two blunt. three blunt. four. that's what I do all day and then I be rolling up some more. I get it done like it's a house chore .I'm tore the fuck back. My eyes all blood shot from all the dank I rolled up fuck crank shit will break down any fool that fucks with it. So I keep stuffing and puffing my blunts. Cloud 9 is where I be flying high above the hell on earth. This weed makes me feel better. writing this music makes me familiar with the pain that makes my brain wanna go bang. But that's not what I'm about one blunt. two blunt. three blunt. four!!!!

Here comes the mofo from the northwest. damn straight dude we grow the best cannabis. Everybody know this fool. And best believe I'm smoking on this sweet Green leaf. It will take me high above the misery in the three sixty. I smoke weed. when I'm feeling solo. everybody just know my mind's about to blow so I fill my lungs with that good shit exhale the bullshit and did I forget to mention? One blunt. two blunt. three blunt. four!!!

1...2....3...here we go my name is kaboose. And I'm not going to lie to you. I am a hustler from Washington. and I'm kinda lost in this world. Sometimes I feel like I'm Atlas holding up the Earth yet my strength is weakening and now I'm on my knees just begging for the strength to get through this game. Everyday I'm beat down people look down on this clown and these motherfuckers call themselves our town but I'll save some of that for another song so I'mma hit this blunt and load the fucking bong so I just start praying silently in my brain. almost like a meditating a lot of people on this Earth hesitate. so now I'm just smoking weed trying to regulate. oh yeah can't forget one blunt. two blunt. three blunt. four.