The Palmer Squares

"Indica"

CHORUS: (X2)
Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch
Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch
Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch
Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch

TERMINAL KNOWLEDGE:
Yo, yo, yo
Are you an entertainer or an artist?
Steppin straight into the tar pits
Remain in the dark...ready aim, say your prayers, hit the target
To the brain from a chamber in a cartridge
A bit improper like im sayin irregardless
This is for the feign of heart, not for the straight up heartless
Cheapskates, slashin wages as they max the profit
Remade in a dream state half way to catatonic
We stay trap with a bag of chronic
Cliche raps to a beat tape, each tape, freebase hash til i have to vomit
Keep faith or feel they wrath
State of mind is zen like, life is half forgotten
Term the worm in the apple and thats ripe or rotten
Been described as a vermin like disturbance
Wordsmith for hire searching to find a purpose
But im certain life is worthless terminally
Eternally keep a journal, each word that we speak is hurtful or slurred
Either that or its both...each gelatinous doses, need to have me a smoke
A reefer addict, constantly seeking happiness
Obviously be slacking, he constantly cheifin cannabis....damn
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