times a ticking, dont u hear that clock we on a journey a destination talked shit for a while once they gave us the ok there was no hesitation my mind was so fucked I couldn't sleep at night brings me back to the days playin Nintendo's 10 yard fight u made the itinerary n we keepin it dope. anxiety wouldn't be creepin if the ol lady said no like a mudslide with it's own flow roll me a smoke full of chronic endo. chorus this is our journey our destination sit back enjoy the trip puff some smoke double fisted with some sip now that things are in place there ain't no turning g back happy as fuck like a linebacker hitting a sack the offence out in full force ready to eat meal, a full course eat In eat out puff puff pass there ain't no dought how Boston does it spread that cream the king of sports legal weed bake those beans bust it up, the states finest chronic blue dream