waking up blazing keeping high all day bitch, smoke this weed tryna put the verse in the mix , after lockdown ends I'll be going straight to a physiotherapist, visit holy places, all those places most related, right now I'm faded, on a Monday morning poppin pills in jaded is all finished, my daughter saved me, too high I was slipping my lifestyle was hella crazy, something you can never replicate it, no copycat my lyrics all authentic, mad guy from the south I do what i do you motherfuckers can't blame me, on it daily more then a crack head on a glass pipe rocks inhaling, tried to stop the fire but only my brigades will, we ain't done with the mayhem until early hours in the morning, sounds corny, im on the couch come lay on me before someone mad angry for the noise calls the police, no shit let's play games like I'll be your pimp you'll be my bitch, drink until the morning gin with no fizz, if I roll some weed I make a big fat spliff, not that shrimpy starving looking ass shit