We Just Checked in  the hotel California 
With 6 pounds of medical marijuana 
Breakin down White widow stuffin cigarillos 
Troll gang gettin stoned like Neanderthals 
I’m  Aldous Huxley on mescaline 
Nobody takin me outta my element 
Run up and Im sprayin hataz like graffiti 
U know Trippy Danny got  that lsd dmt 
And I’m micro-dosing like a CEO
Words paint pictures like Michelangelo 
And I'm on that modaphinal like bill Clinton 
Poppin pills ain't got no prescription 
We’re all held hostage by our circumstances 
Everydays a gamble and I always like my chances 
These other rappers just tryna do college shows
I’m  tryna start a peace movement and spit flows 

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I got all my Eastside Girls
And they coming’s with me
We just copped a couple O’s
A that white for free
And we all got good
They ain’t goin’ for low
Might Mack on ya’ Bitch
Cuz she know we with the shits
You can meet me at the Hotel
Meet me at the Ho
Meet me at the Hotel Kalifornia
Kalifornia

They told me don’t forget where u come from
But my sisters friend got stabbed turnin down her prom
Everyone’s on edge tryna duck the next mass shootin 
NRA got politicians on payroll and they all yachtin 
Ain’t tryna make a name — I’m tryna make a change 
Rappaz missusin platforms r so damn lame
I Ain’t neva been corny— we ain’t the same 
Smoked a million blunts esoteric knowledge don’t fade 
I ain’t Neva sellin out cuz materialism ain’t what I’m about 
No label could offer me a large enough amount 
Or a big enough house that’s for sure 
Cuz we’re all in a supernatural war 
Culture was my friend til he betrayed me 
93 til infinity it’s Troll Gang Chilluminatti 
I’m way 2 woke 2 be under a spell 
Cuz I keep it 2 real if u couldn’t tell
Danny G 2-0-3- The G-O-D
We The The G-O-D

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I got all my Eastside Girls
And they coming’s with me
We just copped a couple O’s
A that white for free
And we all got good
They ain’t goin’ for low
Might Mack on ya’ Bitch
Cuz she know we with the shits
You can meet me at the Hotel
Meet me at the Ho
Meet me at the Hotel Kalifornia
Kalifornia
We were still in the window
When a soul was for sale
Hope you got ya’ worth when
When you can’t buy no air
(No air)

Thought You paid from the pain
You can’t choose ya’ struggle
But if the feelings mutual
Ain’t no leaving the game
Who said
This was a place that I’d rather be for real
No one at the front desk with no keys
Doors are wide open
Rooms are free
Girls are in the hallway
Sex ain’t cheap
I slipped through the cracks
In the ceilings
Praying to the Lord they don’t rush me
Outta this Ho
Tell Hotel Kalifornia