Burnt trees run with the blood in my veins
Take 50 blunts to the face, now I'm up in space, chilling with Marvin the Martian
Lil Wayne banging through the speakers
Getting wheezy from the smoke, ashes falling on my sneakers
When I hit the trees the clouds like an ocean, I'm like a boat I just float (float)
Pour the scorching water in a double cup
Grind the weed and mix it with the tea
Watch the steam rise, while my brain fries
Homie I just get high for the peace of mind
Tryna get out this place
Middle of the ocean catching waves, I ain't tryna be left behind
Imaginations getting intertwined while my squad be writing rhymes
More blown than wind chimes in a hurricane
Can't feel my face not The Weeknd, just nova-cane
My head stay spinning like its in orbit
My blunts stay obese some say that they morbid
No acid trip but I think that I'm morphing
Maybe into a sorcerer just searching for euphoria