[Verse 1: Kaysinners]
I was riding on the road. Smoking on some trees. Feeling really mellow. Like a good fellow, peaceful at ease. Ready to get to p**y hitting while the world was hidden. Don't really care, because this is a place I don't fit in. Secluded area in a parking lot. Humping a lot, hitting the spot, too high I thought this chick had no top. But she hopped on the co*k, saying don't stop. After it was over she forgot to put on the headlights of the car. As we moved on, a siren went on. Cop asked for the registration, with a face filled with no frustrations. Protecting and serving? He can't protect a f**ing nation. He let us go, took our weed then we rolled. We rolled, rolled our a**es home. Home
[Chorus]
What a day. What a day
[Verse 2: Kaysinners]
After that, we stopped smoking for a while. Cop wasn't acting foul. But got caught by like a mile. Rookie should've got a prize. He didn't want us to lie, but my chick just lied. Coca-Cola hidden from the eye, filled with weed which we grind. Now I ride, get high, I smoke whats mine. Inhaling plants that f** my eyes