[Verse 1]

All of my money I make goes to blazin

I won’t have no food on my plate

Cheffa so hungry, the munchies have got me

I'm basically fading away

I'm floating in and out of consciousness

I'm sorry but there is no stopping this

Can’t see a world where I'm dropping this

I can't see it all

I can't hear myself, I can't feel the wall

I can't feel the line but I walk on it and I stand tall

Man, I stand proud, I won't stand down

I stand straight, getting tan brown on a scenic

Seeing things, sick shit change

It’s like a remix, see all the pages and don’t read shit

Should probably start to see but it’s not up to me

If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be constantly smoking comfortably

But I’m up and ready to be high now

And my eyes low, wanna lie down

Just walked to the bros then I'm out

It’s been five times this week but it’s a Saturday, I'm sweet (sweet sweet sweet)

[Verse 2]

All of my money I make goes to blazin

It’s crazy insane that I’m waking up every day

With this taste in my brain that I need

Man, it feels like a waste

All this anxiety when I'm seeing the police

Do I smell, do I stink?

Can they tell, do you think?

I don’t know but I'm bout to re-up

'Cause the bros on the road

And you cannot expect me to go to the bros without weed

I'm not a fiend but I need what I need

Like light to the trees

Like birds to the bees

There wouldn’t be chef with a C without green

And this scenery that I'm seeing is serene

You’d be the same if you’ve seen what I’ve seen

This shit is so fucked, I’m running somehow

And I got my feet up

I notice I'm running out, gotta re-up up up up

Bout to be up, this battery flattening

Gotta be from factors outside of me, out of my hands

Why would I sip if it’s not in my cup?

Why would I trip if it’s not in my tab?

I'm back from the lab with a lot in my hands

A lot on my back, my chest is heavy

I'm full of this stress

I need to relax and that’s the reason why I'm kickin back

So pass the weed and I'mma be back