2002(Scriptures)

[Verse 1]
Trippin', listen', the mind is like a gift it's
Golden like Egyptian my scriptures are [?] my addictions are simple but alone harder than nickle. I drown my lungs in blunt smoke
And make noises into a microphone and y'all love it
Or hate it, whatever I still made it; still got high and hit record
Waking up and getting faded when I say the word SESH you
Better know it's how I'm living waking up to just to get the feeling of those instrumentations; that shit's amazing

[Verse 2]
18 fucking years old, I can't believe I'm this cold, I'm this crack
I'm this dope, I'm this coke, I flip the toast
I burn one for the night rats roll one for the bite back roll another for the next sesh and roll another blunt for after that
Just a aftermath in my habitat. Blunt smoke in cash wraps; cash that then I pack that you ask last 'cause you ash last 'cause no we don't have a problem with passing we only ask that you ash it in the tray and not on the mattress, keep it classy
So classic