(...the switchblade out. –that sh** back. Roll up another one of those. WHAT. Look at that f**ing ash-WHAT-tray though. WHAT. Sigh. It got loud. Hold on. YEAH. WHAT.)
Windows down, rolling up, whole team in the truck
Sun down, ba** up, lungs full of f**ing blunts
I'm gin sipping, on Tanqueray wishing
I'm throwing pennies in the fountain, mind drifting
Yeah, my mind different. Yeah, the time slipping
I tried to hold on, but my grip keep missing
One day I'm 15, next day I'm 45
In the blink of an eye, I just watched my life fly by
My seat back, recline, hair hanging out the window
sh**, soundtrack to my life, Team SESH banging b**h
Smoke pouring out the ride float, dose when we slide slow
Driving through the night, just thinking ‘bout life, like
“How long do I get before I've got to leave this place?”
“I got d** in my blunt, and I ain't 'bout to let them wait.”
I flick the light, now I'm higher
Than I ever been. She dying
She OD and she's screaming
She too gone, she leaving
(Yeah, yeah. Bones. SESH. Yeah.)