Can I flick you bic

Yeah imma roll this blunt up like bazooka blunt, an then I'm gonna flick this bic Yeah I'm gonna be fly high in the sky, like these fighter jets from the army Everybody calls me chief, cause I over power every spot Yeah, I won't be caught sleepin', I plant what I receive Yeah, my cart is close to empty, and I can't face life without the MaryJane My cars in park, and  I just quiver and shake A spark from ya bic, will get me feeling just right As my eyes become cloudy, I tug on this pack and roll some more My engine roars loudly, jus like the thoughts in my head So now I feel more than an object, and I deserve some shelter Wipein'  My nose after a sneeze, from this frigid weather Decisive with my thoughts, I really need to find my way out Smokin on this Dinkie dow, Fasinated by the feel of this flower, and it feels like the Boston tea party My cars in park, and  I just quiver and shake A spark from ya bic, will get me feeling just right As my eyes become cloudy, I tug on this pack and roll some more My engine roars loudly, jus like the thoughts in my head Stingy with my weed, 2 for 1 is how I see things But don't you worry, I will still flick your bic, 'cause I never bring my own to the party And now I feel like a player on a battlefield And everything is handed to me Adjoining this weed wit this paper, that's all I need My cars in park, and  I just quiver and shake A spark from ya bic, will get me feeling just right As my eyes become cloudy, I tug on this pack and roll some more My engine roars loudly, jus like the thoughts in my head As I wave to this stupendous, life I suspend myself with this jagid rope! Yeah, it's about to happen! But before I drop I hear a knock My loved ones boiling with emotions Hushed and comforted, the sound of sobs thundering thru the hall So now I gotta answer my calling,and my afterthought puts me in a pickle Yeah, that's black an white, yeah, that's how i see