Gasss

I needed sumthang 2 smoke So i holler'd at Gumball He got dat pressure Dat make ya See thangs on da wall I cop'd it..bust'd open da pack It's dat spice Dat'll make ya lose track Once ya slip off in a panic attack Don't get stuck in the spiritual realm Cuz ya might not find yo way back Smokin on dat killa Leroy Got me stuck in my sit Like I'm a school boy Feelin like I'm Bob Marley Call me a rude boy Gunja meh don't do Pass me some Scooby-Doo Watch me fire it up... hit it Den pass it 2 Burrito and Woo Yeah, we some spice babies Cuz this world is 2 crazy If ya were flyin like Superman Dat still wouldn't amaze me I'mma smoke til i choke Coughin hard...tryna get da smoke Clear'd out my throat I feel like I took an oath Not 2 put my spice stick out Til it's a roach Relaxin my mind Floatin like a ghost Sumtimes wen I'm high on dat gas I tend 2 do da most I'm 2 damn high I think I wanna come back down Wen i woke up i was face down Tryna figure out how i got This way on da ground I was blowin spice by da pound Dats how i think i found My way 2 anotha dimension I'm tuned into da world And i pay attention Super sonic thoughts But it's not the chronic fault I got a six sense From da spice I brought Can't cha hear it in my music If ya ain't got no strong mind Ya bound 2 lose it Why he actin like he spook'd He got it...I want it He smokin on dat spook juice I'm feelin like Tupac I think i got da juice Wen me and Moanii spit It's like dey let some creatures loose No ya can't get no contact Do ya know wat i smoke'll do 2 you It'll have ya feelin like ya On a train wit out da caboose Hangin a rope up Bout 2 put yo neck in a noose Me and Moanii rather smoke dat gas While y'all cookin y'all goose Fa all y'all fake rappers and cappers BGL'll never sign a truce Smokin on dat gas But I'll never sign wit chu