After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch
I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Remember craft adventure elite defender
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
I'm going berserk its bizarre that you think that we are
I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from
Where would i be without my dogs
This is the where your adventure stops
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
Or at least america's prague, making every second bizarre
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