[Introduction: Mike Jerz]
I think I got a problem
I think I'm out of d**
I think I got a problem
I think the marijuana
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I got a problem and my brain is moving slower than f**
There'll be a foot of snow in hell before I'm sobering up
I got my dutchie in the cobra clutch
High as f**, eyes gla**y while I roll up a blunt
Got my windows rolling up, cruising baking out the whip
Starting with that [?] bud, then upgraded it to piff
Always got a joint lit in my [?]
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