SANDAL WOOD

I take a seat on my sofa then inhale this aroma
The same flow but i'm back from a coma
And fuck a home run bitch i hit a Homer
I'm watching the simpsons hopeless stoner
I get in letting in stars like a dojo
My slo-mo flow got these hoes like 'oh no'
I blow more O's while considering the pro's and con's
That my mother still dont know what im on
And i move work like i swallow condoms
I ingest it all BOOM, all my profits gone
The green lightsaber looking like Qui-Gon
Rather gone off all this gin that im sippin' on
And i need more and my jobs pretty shit
Im talking about paper and never end up getting it, uh
I really need to stop letting things slide
I hotbox the bus cause i don't have a ride

And they said that other sothers greener
And i will never hide when i step into arenas
Im watching cousin skeeter smoking reefer in the silk
I bust a nut upon the quilt
And you catch me creeping looking shitty from my past life
That new bitch that you got she just happens to be my last wife
I shit and get my arse wiped, as if i was a boy again
Wearing all leather sipping crissy bumping boys to men, damn