TreySoul:
I'm so high, I'm trippin off the ambiance / I'm so fly, you'd would swear I'm a Cosmonaut / Actually in some ways I am /
I'm chopped Imma lay down , I don't wanna take a stand / I just wanna live life and party with my fam / Fly paper planes, walk along the sand /
Beach waves crashing , O so Cool / Imma take a dip, join me wont you? /
I work all night So I wake and fuckin bake / Sunshine rise awake, Im up make haste / Carpe diem : "Seize the day" /
6 spliffs of Cali Kush and 1 of Purple Haze / Pineapple - Apple bowls express, create / YOLO motha fucker , Yippie Cayye /
Stoner lover hover , perfect my craft / Dim the lights , blaze the mic, the keys, and that hash

Hook:
We roll it up / Burn it down / Spark this L , Toast family / Get blazed, stay fly, kush sky, blood shot eyes /
Chopped off the Rodger Rabbit green / Fuckin fly, gravity / Bong Shots Team / Loony tunes breathe /
And we leaning sideways, eyes wide shut /
Bongs, blunts, paper planes, brownies, fudge / We dont give a fuck / Burning blunts of the Rodger rabbit green / Funky fresh, tree /
Twisted memory / Cyclone : Cloudy

GRim Logic:
take a bong shot. then whatever you say is erelavent /
dosen't matter like a mall cop going off the top like a bald spot /
tetra-hydro-canna-bin-ol it's also called pot /
so let me meditate... if you in pain you fix it... /
well shit, just let me medicate /
grape ape, 350 the vape /
put my chronic in that oven that's what i call gettin baked /
awake, awake at the 1st of the month /
simultaneously hittin the spliff /
while twistin a blunt /
multi taskin bubble hashin /
gettin munchies when the fuck is lunch /
fruit punch in my bowl food for thought /
its seri yall heals the soul /
i cheer at these O's i bought /
bacon sered, its ashame we fear these pigs /
in roit gear, cuz me and my peers /
dont wanna get caught /

Hook:
We roll it up / Burn it down / Spark this L , Toast family / Get blazed, stay fly, kush sky, blood shot eyes /
Chopped off the Rodger Rabbit green / Fuckin fly, gravity / Bong Shots Team / Loony tunes breathe /
And we leaning sideways, eyes wide shut /
Bongs, blunts, paper planes, brownies, fudge / We dont give a fuck / Burning blunts of the Rodger rabbit green / Funky fresh, tree /
Twisted memory / Cyclone : Cloudy