Carl:
Like I'm caught in a sandstorm
Right at the edge of this cliff
Clear my throat then I clear my mind
Let you hit this smoke, open up your gifts
n***as be so down to earth til it shifts then
Continental drift
I dreamt I woke up with a brand new face
In a ocean bed with a spliff
I don't even smoke spliffs
I don't think you know sh**
But to each his own sh**
The world is music, I EQs it
I orchestrate it you views it
Time feels like a forcefield
We fuse when I take this ship and i cruise
I cru-