Bags

[Verse 1]
If it isn't green I ain't about it
R O Double Z gon' pop a Z true and smoke it through until my brain get cloudy
I could never stay without it
Not even a day without the cannabis on principal to keep in check my total violence
I roll my element back to back looking down with heavy eyelids
Indica hybrid going inside it lick it twist it and light it
And ignite it like I like it
Smoking Psycho D all night and day cause Rozz is on another level beyond the highest
Breaking down the finest doom, Its so hazy in my room
Keep the manner steady going blowin' lemon diesel fume
THC up in my brain, till my body rot away
My eyes gon' be redder than a demon, every single day
Fuck the law
I don't give a fuck about em' anyway
When ridin' dirty pig
Skin em' mode activate
8 blunt after 8, to the face
Resin just accumulates
Smoke the whole 28 and I'm out

[Hook]
Started smokin' bags of weed (chopped)

[Verse 2]
I pledge allegiance to the chronic
Your parents hate me cause I remind them of how they failed trying to keep you from it
Dylan stay focused on heavy marijuana consumption
Break the onion, elevate to greater cranial function
Hundred blunts to the face just to keep up with my pace
Up in smoke like a martyr
Patron saint of chiefin haze
I'ma ball out
Bitch I'm smoking endo, reach the window open and fall out
Life is not so simple
Paraphernalia in my presence when I need assorted options
All I wanna do is die but till I'm dead I need my ounces
And I need my hobbies and my vices and all of my weed devices
Cause a life without my favorite thing about it just don't entice me

[Hook]