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