Lazy mind, crazy mind. So much time on the vine without a decent rhyme. I been gone for a while, smoking so much wax I could build my own floor outta tiles. Feels like I’ve talked for a mile, but its so hard to smile, feels like my soul’s on trial. Getting lost in this smoke it’s a pile, feel my whole world spiral, and my name’s not Kyle. Busting up the green I’m the green machine. A cough so hard that it even made the devil wheeze. Bob marley really seems to look so pleased. Blowing clouds so big they swallow New York City.