the perfect high

bitch...

i rock when i roll
and im packin this bowl
with this grass that i grow
til its ash and im stoned
this last breath i hold
until the bowls cold
til the stashbox is empty and everything glows
pass that L,
hold in in,
give em hell,
burn the end
and inhale til your lungs ache
and your ashtrays passe
and your hands shake
and you cant stay awake...

and your minds blank
everything you know isnt here
the feelings you feel
and the lies that you hear
cuz karmas a bitch and she'll fuck you for real
and your lifes gonna suck if you cheat and you steal
cuz the love and the trust and the faith that you feel
isnt there anymore and you just gotta deal
and theres nowhere to go now,
cuz you sold your soul out,
hell is your home now,
blaze all you wanna
karmas a bitch
and youre a bitch too
but you dont fuck karma...
karma fucks you!

my rhymes are erratic
the voices in my mind are static
sucked in my force of habit
and there you have it,
everyone you ever loved is a liar
i smoke the motah to get me higher
light the fire
and hold the herb to the flame
burn away the hurt and the shame
smoke til you dont know your name
pass it on the DL,
people smokin 3 Ls
this is how we roll down here
we be reppin A-town
try to rip me off man? you aint got a say now!
gonna make you pay now,
gonna have a breakdown
better get my 9 out
fuckin shoot up this whole town
gave em all my cash,
never got the grass,
all i got is ash,
smoke the resin last

drop like acid rain
word to mary jane
smokin every strain
to find the perfect high
hold the herb to the flame
and you just might fly
keep your mind wide open
and your eyes shut tight
breathe deep tonight,
set the weed alight
yeah my rhymes are piff
and youre just a bitch,
if you think you can fucking do better than this!