Smoke on the Lake

Intro:

- Ahahahahahahaha...!
I feel like I'm 'bout to fuckin' puke, in a good way, all the well-wishers, wanderers, yo

Verse:

I tap a blunt ash, sip the white cider
In a blind tiger, rum glass restin' on the typewriter
Hat tip, pipe packs sit patch, jacket worn
Winter wind whip my buzz, Absinthe warm
Dab Dopolis, wax consolate, at the Consulate
Got those trips plucked out the composite
This piff be loud, throwin' chairs'll sit me down
Got the pile on my head goin' apple seed in the town
With a buffalo roam bouncin' off rubber heels
Trip got my headspace spinnin' in the color wheels
Half-transparent body almost become unrеal
Dab tear drippin' at the sky blue, summеr teal
Laketown stowaway, Peruvian deli
Head choppers stone throwaway, cripple rental
This birthday tux, a throwaway
Prodeus my protégé, shit...
Poignant bong water, huggin' a cash tit like driftwood
Back when I used to sell them discs out the whip hood
Used to slip sit in the shit goods
Sold trips to rich dealers, and white trash who sit bush
Throwin' Keith on the burger bun
Weed legal for NY, we turnin' up (Yeah)
Funk roaches turpened up
Shout outs to Chop Jesus and the Pizza Man
I wanna roll myself up in a joint, like a sleepin' bag
Hahaha, uhahahaha, ruhahahaha!

Outro:

- Ah, life is good, a whole year they struggled, hopin', trustin', in the harvest, again they have won, they celebrate their victory, by sharin' their good fortune with the Gods, they welcome us to their line, their women, their songs, and that answers, they're your customers they're not?
- Yes