We straight stumped, [acupuncture to release some stress]
Needles get us slumped, roll some pinners for the rest oh yes
Nineteen twenty why's my cup left empty
And what must i do for a drop of the sweet sour henny
We follow madlib's law, [hmm to the letter
Our heads up in the clouds brr someone pa** a sweater]
Real bad weather fancy chess or some checkers
Pawns becoming kings but in the end becoming beggars
My farmyard with the cornrows grows the best pesto risotto
Yew trees or some oak ones
[ready or not it's time to smoke some]
Willow trees at level 30 hot and hurdy
[or maple level 45, that's a staple crop, still more to grind]
Pot of hot gumbo got you squawking mumbo jumbo
Walking black rum and tumble time for minds to go fungal
Minutes later end up stumping in the jungle
If you're not careful you could end up wasting a whole lungful
Hazy memories, lazy sensories we boozing up
These blunts last for centuries, [vintage like methuselah]
My crew stumped hammy hinds rump roasted
Honey glazed with 'dos sauce on the sides i'm hosting
Soaking in the samovar like a hadrosaur
My eyes fried looking I danced with a man o' war
Now hear the bra** spout rolling up on sauerkraut
Stumped out, now feel the crowd and shout
[now feel the crowd and shout and shout yeeaa
Woohoo yes sir yes sir yes sir WAH]