BSD.U - Reefer lyrics

Verse One: Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Straight dope when I drop notes that you quote Brain stained with acid rain, marijuana help me cope Get the dutchy cracked, lace with synthetic hope Unapologetic call me antithesis of the pope Blowing minds like my rhymes we're explosives made from soap What's good? Just hanging like the f**ing gallows ropes Riding gritty in a city that I don't my call home When you're gone, you're gone but I will live forever through my poems Got drug habits like cheap plans for the quick mobile phones You pay as you go Dub here, eigth there, a half 0 for the road Sell pipe dreams in parking lots at night alone Do your feel safe in your mind, infinity of your own? The ability to patch up the life that you had unsewn? To be or not to be The pencil or the chrome Verse Two: I said Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Croak Kick the bucket Raised by shady cyphers and was told to bring the ruckus Yelling f** it Want the best of both worlds, gimme the p**y then tuck it Is that what love is? Guess we'd rather not discuss it Cussin at the world, hennessy got me buzzing Homies doing ketamine as if they're blowing nothing Catch me at the function More f**ed up off something than governmental corruption Get Caught with no protection, I won't hesitate to cut him Chano Migs is coming Ha Can't touch him Kids doing bumps while he's bumping, head hunting Never running stand my ground until my bodies slumping Come at me and miss, you'll disappear all of a sudden Too sudden Family crying, parents siblings and cousins Verse Three: I said Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Marijuana smoke heavy in my f**ing throat Spending hours on a verse Time is money, life's a b**h so I'm about to steal her purse A curse Committing evil through the bad times getting worse Burn a Spliff for breakfast skip to duchies for dessert In the desert, sands of c**aine I desert Does it hurt that the bliss of d** doesn't always work Revert to relapse ask the angels to convert Get rejected at the gate We're subjected like serfs, we can't really change our fate It's a fast fall to hell when you're copping this much weight And the coppers always wait For us to turn the corner, and get caught like watergate Call him Nixon blitzen blazing till my lungs start to fade These d** are taking their toll so I'll use more d** to pay