got my own stress yet got my own vest yes got a bowl got my bud I'll get lit I guess now I got no stress I don't need my vest everyone my opposition I ain't trust an opp yet say fuck the cops yes don't trust the cops yes get your bliky cock it drop the box and lock it get from out my pocket click deliver rockets blasting 9mm tell that kid to stop it love that music bop it I can't hear a shot yet wanna take me not yet we can smoke until the morning and then never stop yeah got a cone an a jackpot 99c for three wraps so ill buy 3 packs for night nine blunts and then I'm ight this ain't a stunt man this my life I like living at a height I like smoking till its bright blind myself on the street light bump that lofi shit till I see right 127 that's my fucking golden birthday save the planet with the raps like its earth day daylight makes so depressed I ho back home and go to sleep sometimes I'm so obsessed I don't even got time to eat pour myself into the music pour myself into the beat dont ever let em catch you slipping when you walking in the street tripping on black ice cuz I can't see the shit