[Verse 1: Carlini]
Woah, I stopped going to the store
Saw my future lay out for me, I found purpose at the grow
Woah, it's even greater than I know
And when I reach the beginning, it'll end my blue rose

Call me dirty Harry Callahan, I'm sweeping up the scraps
Cruising Northern California with the magnum in my lap
Kill a job, light 'em up, throw my badge in the river
Six shots or seven? Watch me laugh while you shiver

Smoking with a stutter, rolling one just ain't enough
When she flutters in my web, I double up to keep her stuck
Chelicerata flaring while I'm gripping on the buck
Eight eyes watching you all staring as I drag out of the muck

Call me young Grandpa Buckets with my feet on the floor like fuck it
Bitch, I got a golden ticket, it takes a whole lot more to win it
I never thought that my life could be anything but catastrophe
Feeling something that I can't believe
Make it happen if it's meant to be

Woah, I stopped going to the store
Saw my future lay out for me, I found purpose at the grow
Woah, it's even greater than I know
And when I reach the beginning, it'll end my blue rose