[Chorus: Crucified]
I smoke a sack
Smoke a sack, smoke a sack
Smoke a sack, smoke a sack
Then i buy another bag
Smoke it, smoke it, smoke it
I need me some green, it frees me indeed
Just leave me and we, Are out of our mind gone
[Verse 1: Crucified]
I'm high yes i'm higher than you
You don't smoke weed the same way that I do
Feel like a field when i walk on the roof
Then i float to the sky, till i walk to the moon
Spaceship cruisin' in my my mind all new
I fly high with an eye on you
Text book bong, and a shelf war proof
And i hit so hard that the yard will spew
Ya'll be through, off of the bong
And its stange how we do with some haze in the bong and the pipe
Its so blue, and its my pa** to you, we gone have somethin new
Stonerway avenue
That's for you, that's for me
Weed is all i really need
They call me crucified, I like to rise up in the wind i'm free
Free as trees, green as leaves
Smoke this weed with me and see
We proceed toast peace only if smokes unleashed
I dont even breath, im feelin so high
When I tote on the dro, i'm emtionless soul
I'm a ghost in a bowl, and i told you to roll
I'm smokin some more, when im stoned when i go
I ain't got no row, lookin for some hope
When im on p**y for some rope
Dont let amend doesnt want my soul
If he not again, cuz i got to go, but i'll always win
And this life will show, that a light with in
Whiter than my skin, and i got some friends better than my kin
And i watch myself, cuz i know my sin
And know myself in the mind im sick
No wonder, these motherf**ers hatin they wanna see me put down under
But still i breath with the wicked bong and a fresh mornin out slumber
Ive been doin real good since a fake friend left
I dont shake hands with a fake a** im blessed
So take that little prick stacked to the rest
Tryna say im not a good kid but they trash