Backwoods packages litter tabletops
Gone off that shit, my eyes lower than your stable's stock
I get stoned and I'm ****ing. I'm made of rock
You feeling stagnant? When that boat tips, I made it rock
I used to play Sega Saturn and shit
And now I smoke a lot of weed, and it ain't mattered a bit
Blood splatter on the back of the whip
I backed up with the strength of the pistons in MAC trucks
You ever seen a grown man crumble into a puddle?
Man I ain't have a move left, I couldn't do nothing but struggle
I need some weed to keep my mind on the power-points
I took the path that I could find and devoured joints
Mother****ers been asking for this one
I never had sense; I had the passion to get some
And then I saw her. She skates slow
But **** it, I'll even the pace, so
And I've never been as happy as right now
But **** it, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
Start my day with a pot of black coffee
Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
Police chase, wilding
Never been one for the talking, talking, talking
Anxiety-ridden, I hide in the rhythm
I'm ficus, burning bush. I turned to Christ then burned a book
It turned to ice; I learned to cook it. Work at night, I turned and booked it
But ****, I ain't been tripping
Technology ****ed, my angle's missing
Open ended. Where to go? I hope it's different soon
I'm sick of job interviews. They're looking for a different dude
Life's a bitch, I heard she's sleeping in the nude
White-lies dancing, trying to creep into the truth
California kush; my people stay sedated
I party all week to keep my evils satiated
And I've never been as happy as right now
But **** it, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
Start my day with a pot of black coffee
Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
Police chase, wilding...
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:09.12][Verse 1]
[00:12.24]Backwoods packages litter tabletops
[00:14.37]Gone off that shit, my eyes lower than your stable's stock
[00:17.43]I get stoned and I'm ****ing. I'm made of rock
[00:20.22]You feeling stagnant? When that boat tips, I made it rock
[00:23.25]I used to play Sega Saturn and shit
[00:25.38]And now I smoke a lot of weed, and it ain't mattered a bit
[00:28.98]Blood splatter on the back of the whip
[00:31.11]I backed up with the strength of the pistons in MAC trucks
[00:34.08]You ever seen a grown man crumble into a puddle?
[00:36.81]Man I ain't have a move left, I couldn't do nothing but struggle
[00:40.41]I need some weed to keep my mind on the power-points
[00:43.29]I took the path that I could find and devoured joints
[00:46.26]Mother****ers been asking for this one
[00:48.72]I never had sense; I had the passion to get some
[00:51.75]And then I saw her. She skates slow
[00:54.99]But **** it, I'll even the pace, so
[00:57.00][Hook x2]
[00:57.84]And I've never been as happy as right now
[01:00.18]But **** it, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
[01:03.30]Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
[01:17.64]Start my day with a pot of black coffee
[01:20.79][Bridge]
[01:20.97]Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
[01:23.13]Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
[01:26.58]Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
[01:28.86]Police chase, wilding
[01:30.21][Verse 2]
[01:32.55]Never been one for the talking, talking, talking
[01:35.25]Anxiety-ridden, I hide in the rhythm
[01:37.50]I'm ficus, burning bush. I turned to Christ then burned a book
[01:40.05]It turned to ice; I learned to cook it. Work at night, I turned and booked it
[01:43.80]But ****, I ain't been tripping
[01:46.62]Technology ****ed, my angle's missing
[01:49.47]Open ended. Where to go? I hope it's different soon
[01:51.87]I'm sick of job interviews. They're looking for a different dude
[01:55.05]Life's a bitch, I heard she's sleeping in the nude
[01:57.48]White-lies dancing, trying to creep into the truth
[02:00.84]California kush; my people stay sedated
[02:03.30]I party all week to keep my evils satiated
[02:05.97][Hook x2]
[02:06.69]And I've never been as happy as right now
[02:09.06]But **** it, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
[02:12.18]Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
[02:26.52]Start my day with a pot of black coffee
[02:29.73][Bridge]
[02:29.91]Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
[02:32.04]Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
[02:35.49]Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
[02:37.77]Police chase, wilding...
Backwoods packages litter tabletops
Gone off that shit, my eyes lower than your stable's stock
I get stoned and I'm ****ing. I'm made of rock
You feeling stagnant? When that boat tips, I made it rock
I used to play Sega Saturn and shit
And now I smoke a lot of weed, and it ain't mattered a bit
Blood splatter on the back of the whip
I backed up with the strength of the pistons in MAC trucks
You ever seen a grown man crumble into a puddle?
Man I ain't have a move left, I couldn't do nothing but struggle
I need some weed to keep my mind on the power-points
I took the path that I could find and devoured joints
Mother****ers been asking for this one
I never had sense; I had the passion to get some
And then I saw her. She skates slow
But **** it, I'll even the pace, so
And I've never been as happy as right now
But **** it, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
Start my day with a pot of black coffee
Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
Police chase, wilding
Never been one for the talking, talking, talking
Anxiety-ridden, I hide in the rhythm
I'm ficus, burning bush. I turned to Christ then burned a book
It turned to ice; I learned to cook it. Work at night, I turned and booked it
But ****, I ain't been tripping
Technology ****ed, my angle's missing
Open ended. Where to go? I hope it's different soon
I'm sick of job interviews. They're looking for a different dude
Life's a bitch, I heard she's sleeping in the nude
White-lies dancing, trying to creep into the truth
California kush; my people stay sedated
I party all week to keep my evils satiated
And I've never been as happy as right now
But **** it, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
Start my day with a pot of black coffee
Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
Police chase, wilding...
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:09.12][Verse 1]
[00:12.24]Backwoods packages litter tabletops
[00:14.37]Gone off that shit, my eyes lower than your stable's stock
[00:17.43]I get stoned and I'm ****ing. I'm made of rock
[00:20.22]You feeling stagnant? When that boat tips, I made it rock
[00:23.25]I used to play Sega Saturn and shit
[00:25.38]And now I smoke a lot of weed, and it ain't mattered a bit
[00:28.98]Blood splatter on the back of the whip
[00:31.11]I backed up with the strength of the pistons in MAC trucks
[00:34.08]You ever seen a grown man crumble into a puddle?
[00:36.81]Man I ain't have a move left, I couldn't do nothing but struggle
[00:40.41]I need some weed to keep my mind on the power-points
[00:43.29]I took the path that I could find and devoured joints
[00:46.26]Mother****ers been asking for this one
[00:48.72]I never had sense; I had the passion to get some
[00:51.75]And then I saw her. She skates slow
[00:54.99]But **** it, I'll even the pace, so
[00:57.00][Hook x2]
[00:57.84]And I've never been as happy as right now
[01:00.18]But **** it, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
[01:03.30]Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
[01:17.64]Start my day with a pot of black coffee
[01:20.79][Bridge]
[01:20.97]Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
[01:23.13]Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
[01:26.58]Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
[01:28.86]Police chase, wilding
[01:30.21][Verse 2]
[01:32.55]Never been one for the talking, talking, talking
[01:35.25]Anxiety-ridden, I hide in the rhythm
[01:37.50]I'm ficus, burning bush. I turned to Christ then burned a book
[01:40.05]It turned to ice; I learned to cook it. Work at night, I turned and booked it
[01:43.80]But ****, I ain't been tripping
[01:46.62]Technology ****ed, my angle's missing
[01:49.47]Open ended. Where to go? I hope it's different soon
[01:51.87]I'm sick of job interviews. They're looking for a different dude
[01:55.05]Life's a bitch, I heard she's sleeping in the nude
[01:57.48]White-lies dancing, trying to creep into the truth
[02:00.84]California kush; my people stay sedated
[02:03.30]I party all week to keep my evils satiated
[02:05.97][Hook x2]
[02:06.69]And I've never been as happy as right now
[02:09.06]But **** it, I've got to cope with the fact that it dies down
[02:12.18]Cause in the end, I'll just wake up salty
[02:26.52]Start my day with a pot of black coffee
[02:29.73][Bridge]
[02:29.91]Zig-Zag in my pocket, I left the studio
[02:32.04]Police chase, wilding. I'm sipping that pink chalice
[02:35.49]Zig-Zag in my pocket I left the studio
[02:37.77]Police chase, wilding...