Bikes & Grass

White dust on the greens, blurred seasons


White smoke from the greens, blurred vision 

Is there a trick to calm my mind, an easy fix for what’s inside


Is smoking one with the homie’s the only path to my joyride

Is there a point to keep looking when it all seems to be clicking


When we light up the og kush and pull three times we start syncing 

Earpods in and helmet on, I pull on to get higher 


The beat drops in the kick follows then I pull up to get higher 


We spark fuses to keep moving with one foot in and one foot not


We know one day we’re gonna die but the others we’ll blaze them out