[Swank]
(So now he say it's off lease some California blunt)

Chasing something parallel, pictures from across fire
There they go propel, by on to the lost fliers soaring outta hell
Clean as a cloth fired around our infants
Enter the small wallet known as existence
Ended up a lot higher, hung out so sinless
Some months, so called bad riders hope they're cemented
Swallow an opp spider then religion's along the wall
Tired of these pigeons, these tyrants, these cops and
Lying politicians we called out for rocks
In spiritual prisons, hard and so soft to handle this mission
This crease is some shit, we won't ever fit in
Roll the bomb n***a, it's getting twisted

[Young G]
Broke and high, joking lies, smoking fries, spoke some dry
Thoughtless in the physical
Sick and twisted mystical
Visit foes, river prose, shifted froze, gifted in those ways which few know
Who shows the true represented falsehood, fantasy in solitude
Transit of the rude blunts got me frewed
Slammed in a crazy way, slurred when I speak and say
Bullshit for which I pay, communication lays
Lowered in phrases
Up blazing may we say as the weed man hung
Time to get some blunts and some zones
[Mxlplx]
Ride your rubber ducky in my muddy
Bathtub, we get lovely
When rub, please don't touch me
I trust things that trust me
Don't bug me, I'm wigging out, getting ugly
Sticking out cuz they stuck me
Struck my mouth with that ugly
Stick on the couch
So if I doubt this trip I created, where quit can't quit til I make it my gift
My lips straight up and naked like nipples on tits
Flame my wick and please make it quick