[Intro: Erykah Badu sample]

Ohh my my my
I'm feeling high
My money's gone
I'm all alone

[Verse 1]

I tend to keep it low key
But these OGs know me
Maybe cuz i roll tree
The size of Charles Oakley
I spit it so toxic
I'm Michael J. Fox sick
I'm looking for some logic
In the cosmic smokin' chronic
But enough with the bullshit
Why isn't the bowl lit?
With the cursive I'm a culprit
I pack a verbal full clip
You know the flow so sick
That holy shit pope shit
Clowns claim they clever
But they don't really know shit
No they don't really know shit

[Interlude]

Yo Erek D, man what you smokin' on?

[Verse 2]

I'm smokin' some fire haze
That'll keep my high for days
I can't deal with the dirt
So I'm up in a higher place
I'm feelin' some type of way
I'm reachin' for kinder days
I spit that Melo flow
And this that '03 title game
Would someone please light the j
I'm not feelin' aight today
Erek D Tha Gawd
And please do not hyphenate

[Interlude]

No dashes, no dots, capitalize that shit
Treat it like a pronoun
Because I'm a pro now
Everybody sing the chorus
It's about to go down

[Chorus]X2

Now please
Quit the hissin'
Fuck off with that fuss
These other motherfuckers
They just ain't like us
The shit we stay spliffin'
Hit you like a bus
These other motherfuckers
They just ain't like us

[Bridge]X2

I think spliffin' is my craft now
I tend to split it with tabacco
I'm makin' fire by the trees
Like its a muhfuckin' campout

[Outro]

And we gone, we gone
And we gone, we gone
And we gone, we gone
We gone, motherfucker we gone
And we gone, we gone
We gone, we gone
We gone, we gone
We so motherfuckin' gone
Auyh