Morty Smith

[Intro]
(Jeff, what the fuck are you doing?)
You know what's crazy?
What?
Outdated, just bought an eight before I recorded this shit, too
(Jeff, what the fuck are you hiding at me, Jeff?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Morty Smith (Oh jeez, Rick!)
Chill in space (Huh?)
Blowin' purple, uh
Thirst tree saints (Uh, uh, uh)
Need a zip, uh-huh
Fuck a eighth, uh-huh
Joey Dadass (Big gas)
Big dank (Hank)
Might be a problem, might smoke too much (Mm-hm)
Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up (Of course)
Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff (Uh-huh)
Shit hit hard, no fister cups
Might be a problem, might smoke too much (Wait, what?)
Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up (Of course)
Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff
Shorty hit hard, no fister cups

[Verse 1]
Two bongs, three bowls, how I start my day (Uh-huh)
And I just woke up, it's only eight (It's eight)
A.M., I am fried just like Lays (Fried)
Chillin' like a surfer, come catch these ways (Uh-huh)
Blue drink got me in a dream-like state
Room foggy, and a silver haze
I don't need to play for this wedding case
People keef on top, for a lil bitch, a taste (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga led up like a fuckin' easy bait
Love my bitch Mary, took her on a fuckin' date (On a date)
But it's shit, had to reiterate (Uh-huh)
Won't get turns and a need for break (For break)
'Cause it's fire on me, feel like Charizard
You smokin' on trash, get that nigga a bard
I ain't tappin' out, I'm playing magic cards (Wait, what?)
Keep smokers on my eyes like Bill Skarsgård (He upload, too)

[Chorus]
Morty Smith
Chill in space (Uh-huh)
Blowin' purple, uh
Thirst tree saints (Uh, uh, uh)
Need a zip (Yuh, yuh)
Fuck a eighth (Uh, uh-huh)
Joey Dadass (Yuh, yuh)
Big dank (Okay, okay)
Might be a problem, might smoke too much
Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up
Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff
Shit hit hard, no fister cups
Might be a problem, might smoke too much
Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up
Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff
Shit hit hard, no fister cups

[Verse 2]
Meditate, medicate, tell 'em up at heaven's gate (Yuh)
Had to cut down on the clocks, for heaven's sake (Uh-huh)
Shit get me lazy, don't even wanna masturbate
Bought so many trees from the world to a better state (Uh-huh)
Shit too high, make a grown man cry (Wait, what?)
Don't even ask, you can see it in my eyes
Take the guana, plus a baby, you can call a nigga Plies
Rid out my lettuce, feelin' like low skies (Uh-huh)
Plug take cash up, yes he deliver
Keep a sack on my back (Yuh), walk around with a clipper
Keep passin' that bitch, nigga I am no quitter (I'm not)
Blow strong shit, overpowered just like livers
I fuckin' hate stone, nigga I hate winter (Uh-huh)
I hate hard tracks, that shit's for sinners (For sinners)
Double dashed up, no jumper, my niggas
Scrape them guts off blunts, lookin' just like inner

[Interlude]
And yes, that was a Five Nights at Freddy's bar
Fight me

[Chorus]
Morty Smith (Oh, man!)
Chill in space (Uh, yuh)
Blowin' purple (Yuh, uh, yuh)
Thirst tree saints (Uh, yuh)
Need a zip (Need a huh?)
Fuck a eighth (Fuck a huh?)
Joey Dadass (Big gas)
Big dank (Hank)
Might be a problem, might smoke too much (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up
Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff (Ms. Puff)
Tree hit hard, no fister cups
Might be a problem, might smoke too much (Wait, huh?)
Lifted spirits when I'm lifted up
Smoke some fire, then Ms. Puff (Yuh)
Shit hit hard, no fister cups (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Outro]
Jeez, man