he sky's a better place, I wish that I could fly and levitate, and so I get high like everyday
but that ain't do much, except maybe just increasing my lunch and got me snacking on a pack of the runtz
yea this life is of lumps, b**ps and bruises, muses and mumps, you're gonna learn all you need is love
so I don't smoke blunts no more, no, but I still smoke J's
no beats, but I still smoke haze
yea see these days, I need weed to release this fate
just reducing the use on the weekdays, and im no weakling, nah im big man
yea my discipline's the opposite of a pig pan, its neatly kept
like my bed right after some s**, or the nest on a full nights rest
you know its a mess, still occupied by a set of some b******
that I met the other night at the restaurant, requested vegetables
said they're the best around, said "wow, I thought my garden held down the crown"
apparently not, veggies were definitely top notch
the carrots all the way to the broccoli, so I awkwardly
tell her im awfully impressed, with the vegetables she selects
she laughed and said "you're welcome", well drinks for sale, I know you want one
yea I can tell from, well um, One turn to the Three
the next thing is me on her, all fours doing something never done before
this Kama Sultra daughter, her alma mater must of been a collagen, how to make me f****** want her
who else would taught her how to properly place
another's supported p**** is a genius, i mean it
The s** impeccable, my little p***** was begging me to replicate for forty days straight
for god sake's, there goes my great discipline again
got me smoking blunts with friends, playing rockband
instead of writing rhymes, a use of my time, better yet, a better use of my mind
the occupy from the fine wine, slip it and slide inside slippery side of swine
big headed guy im not, just the way it is
when the s** is really the s***, thats the power of estrogen
I said say it again
but that ain't do much, except maybe just increasing my lunch and got me snacking on a pack of the runtz
yea this life is of lumps, b**ps and bruises, muses and mumps, you're gonna learn all you need is love
so I don't smoke blunts no more, no, but I still smoke J's
no beats, but I still smoke haze
yea see these days, I need weed to release this fate
just reducing the use on the weekdays, and im no weakling, nah im big man
yea my discipline's the opposite of a pig pan, its neatly kept
like my bed right after some s**, or the nest on a full nights rest
you know its a mess, still occupied by a set of some b******
that I met the other night at the restaurant, requested vegetables
said they're the best around, said "wow, I thought my garden held down the crown"
apparently not, veggies were definitely top notch
the carrots all the way to the broccoli, so I awkwardly
tell her im awfully impressed, with the vegetables she selects
she laughed and said "you're welcome", well drinks for sale, I know you want one
yea I can tell from, well um, One turn to the Three
the next thing is me on her, all fours doing something never done before
this Kama Sultra daughter, her alma mater must of been a collagen, how to make me f****** want her
who else would taught her how to properly place
another's supported p**** is a genius, i mean it
The s** impeccable, my little p***** was begging me to replicate for forty days straight
for god sake's, there goes my great discipline again
got me smoking blunts with friends, playing rockband
instead of writing rhymes, a use of my time, better yet, a better use of my mind
the occupy from the fine wine, slip it and slide inside slippery side of swine
big headed guy im not, just the way it is
when the s** is really the s***, thats the power of estrogen
I said say it again