[Intro: Nick Lupi]
Yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi]
This dedicated to the on-tour saviour, crafted by the creator
Favoured by the creatives, in paper, glass or vapour
Best friends with laziness, maybe I'll do it later
But I've mastered my high, I'm focused when I am faded
It only sharpens my grind, takes me to that location
Uncovers parts of my mind, go and ask all my neighbours
A necessary part of the equation
I can pass it if you're waiting, just don't fuck up that rotation
'Cause I'm heading to a place where the music hits you deeper
The meals taste better and my girl lips sweeter
Where people come together with the twisting of the reefer
You can set yourself free with the leaf, uh
So if you see us, we run amok, if you got a tab
Then we can run it up, laugh till we see the sun coming up
Light up weed, just being funny cunts
Deal money bundled up under the bed just like a trundle bunk
We in our own lane they can come to us
All that shit you saying, man, that don't mean none to us
Talk our own slang 'cause it's fun to us
Shit, I'd only dreamed when I was younger I can see in front of us
Roll something up