[Intro]

(Jeff, what the fuck are you doing?)

You know what's crazy?

What?

Outdated, just bought an eight before I recorded this shit, too

(Jeff, what the fuck are you hiding at me, Jeff?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Morty Smith (Oh jeez, Rick!)

Chill in space (Huh?)

Blowin' purple, uh

Thirst tree saints (Uh, uh, uh)

Need a zip, uh-huh

Fuck a eighth, uh-huh

Joey Dadass (Big gas)

Big dank (Hank)

Might be a problem, might smoke too much (Mm-hm)

Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up (Of course)

Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff (Uh-huh)

Shit hit hard, no fister cups

Might be a problem, might smoke too much (Wait, what?)

Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up (Of course)

Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff

Shorty hit hard, no fister cups

[Verse 1]

Two bongs, three bowls, how I start my day (Uh-huh)

And I just woke up, it's only eight (It's eight)

A.M., I am fried just like Lays (Fried)

Chillin' like a surfer, come catch these ways (Uh-huh)

Blue drink got me in a dream-like state

Room foggy, and a silver haze

I don't need to play for this wedding case

People keef on top, for a lil bitch, a taste (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Nigga led up like a fuckin' easy bait

Love my bitch Mary, took her on a fuckin' date (On a date)

But it's shit, had to reiterate (Uh-huh)

Won't get turns and a need for break (For break)

'Cause it's fire on me, feel like Charizard

You smokin' on trash, get that nigga a bard

I ain't tappin' out, I'm playing magic cards (Wait, what?)

Keep smokers on my eyes like Bill Skarsgård (He upload, too)

[Chorus]

Morty Smith

Chill in space (Uh-huh)

Blowin' purple, uh

Thirst tree saints (Uh, uh, uh)

Need a zip (Yuh, yuh)

Fuck a eighth (Uh, uh-huh)

Joey Dadass (Yuh, yuh)

Big dank (Okay, okay)

Might be a problem, might smoke too much

Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up

Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff

Shit hit hard, no fister cups

Might be a problem, might smoke too much

Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up

Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff

Shit hit hard, no fister cups

[Verse 2]

Meditate, medicate, tell 'em up at heaven's gate (Yuh)

Had to cut down on the clocks, for heaven's sake (Uh-huh)

Shit get me lazy, don't even wanna masturbate

Bought so many trees from the world to a better state (Uh-huh)

Shit too high, make a grown man cry (Wait, what?)

Don't even ask, you can see it in my eyes

Take the guana, plus a baby, you can call a nigga Plies

Rid out my lettuce, feelin' like low skies (Uh-huh)

Plug take cash up, yes he deliver

Keep a sack on my back (Yuh), walk around with a clipper

Keep passin' that bitch, nigga I am no quitter (I'm not)

Blow strong shit, overpowered just like livers

I fuckin' hate stone, nigga I hate winter (Uh-huh)

I hate hard tracks, that shit's for sinners (For sinners)

Double dashed up, no jumper, my niggas

Scrape them guts off blunts, lookin' just like inner

[Interlude]

And yes, that was a Five Nights at Freddy's bar

Fight me

[Chorus]

Morty Smith (Oh, man!)

Chill in space (Uh, yuh)

Blowin' purple (Yuh, uh, yuh)

Thirst tree saints (Uh, yuh)

Need a zip (Need a huh?)

Fuck a eighth (Fuck a huh?)

Joey Dadass (Big gas)

Big dank (Hank)

Might be a problem, might smoke too much (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up

Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff (Ms. Puff)

Tree hit hard, no fister cups

Might be a problem, might smoke too much (Wait, huh?)

Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up

Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff (Yuh)

Shit hit hard, no fister cups (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Outro]

Jeez, man