[Prod. by Phoniks]
[Verse 1: Devin Miles]
Woke up in a trance
Took a hit of that plant held as long as I can
Exhale then inhale through my nostrils
That inhale ain't nothin' I got that from France
Last night got as high as I could cause they tell me I can't
Told me avoid those d** but I swear that they don't understand
f** it I'm rolling again
Weight of the world on my shoulder you notice I hold it
Stress mixed in that smoke and then float away
No more pain swear that this medical potent
You can tell I've been chosen to lead
I speak for my team
Got blue dreams and my hustle is yellow so that equals green
Bow to my regime
God damn I've been stressin' this [?] in me
[Verse 2: Anti-Lilly]
Split it and feel it I'm still smokin' put it up in the air
My feelings in the open
Swishas and feelings just really be the only ones that be riding with me
No easy bottoms I'm just taking the easy getting higher
Time is slowin'
Sayin' it's bad for my health but n***as dying every day
And I don't think there's nothing wrong with really trying to fly away
I'm focused on finding my way
Imma lie with my faith but sh** it got away
Had a blue dream that I was with a white lady
And her husband just died
I broke her down and we started rolling around
But she ain't never hit the ground
I kept her cozy yeah inside sh** we broke and lonely
Sometimes
As I sit in this four corner room lighting a candle I wonder if I could handle
I wish it was only a handful my hand's full
But still I go along for the ride
[Hook] (repeated)
Last night I had a blue dream
[Verse 3: Anti-Lilly]
I get a clip from the ash tray
I just had another bad day
Well everyday is like a bad day
The joy gone I would all go the bad way
This sh** weighs too much on my shoulders
Remembering I gotta be a soldier
f** the light bill I'm like Bill
Somethin' ain't getting paid never been a problem for a smoker
Marijuana for the odor
It's like I only smell it when I'm sober
Thinking to myself and I'm noticing
That I'm becoming even more of a loner
I really wouldn't mind a pot of gold
To be real I would settle for a clover
But knowin' me a n***a prolly try to smoke it
Trynna figure where I lost focus
But it's not hopeless
Matter fact I'm just floatin'
With both of my feet on the ground
My life has been bitter with fillers
I figured the bitter would leave if a sweet is around
And I don't really know God
When I'm down Mary is the name I call out
I think I need to pay [?]
I'm looking at an empty bag man I'm all out
[Hook]