[Verse 1]

Hello, hello, hello

Girl, do you smoke

If not that's alright

I don't mind

(I know you do you know I don't)

[?] that no on else can know

But, if you hit my line

I'm on time

[Hook]

Let's get blown

Let's get blown

Let's get blown

Let's get blown

Blown

[Bridge]

I know, I know that you don't smoke

But baby just this time, you'll be alright

I don't usually do this but this The Dead Occasion

And it's lit, lit, lit, lit

It's my birthday

And I'm celebrating be a day closer to rest

The only way I really know how

By dropping the hottest shit

To come out of Chicago ever, ever, ever

How rude of me

I'm Supa, your author, champion of light

Your companion for the remainder for this

Heavy genuine project

I hope that by it's conclusion

You walk away with a solid idea of what this is

This life style, this journey

This conquest, this mission

Whatever you want to call it you know

This joyous splendid project

Me, we celebrate with smoke

This is The Dead Occasion

And it's lit, lit

And it's lit, lit

Lit, lit, lit, lit,lit,lit,lit

[Verse 2]

Fuck my life making any product flip, flip

Damn, i feel just like my birthday cake, lit

Birthday sushi for the strip, strip

They hate on my juice like some raisins

Gone with the wind like Malaysian planes is

Fisticuffs with the plaintiff

Pussy it's a celebration

Pussy it's The Dead Occasion

Beat the case and kept playing

Looked at death and said "fuck you"

Beat the beast and left it hanging, dangling

Taking Jesus pieces left you hanging