Times passin me by as im gettin in through my passenger side
Once Im feelin the blunt Im passin the vibe to darken the red in my passenger's eyes
Askin the skies if God's graspin' my cries or is he busy tryin to think slow
His days a thousand years so I'd think so
Im tryin to win n then let it sink slow ashin' the blunt out my window
Keepin my daily sins low or atleast for the moment
Then Im tryin to hold it but damn my hands are folded
Thats when the whole hits n the bullshit takes grasp
Seein through the fake laughs when I break cash
Buyin great hash that I need to make last so Im about to try
Disgusted at how my mouth can lie cuz I cant go 12 hours without a high
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holla back yougn's