[Intro]
Alright, alright, alright
Yeah
[Verse]
It's the last day of school
And I'm finna feel the highness
Hit joints to the point
Anointing me
The King of the weedheads
Crown for your Highness
And my girl shapely
Take her to your Highness
Whopper and a side
When the munchies find us
My mind can't be defiled
When the only thing I'm thinking 'bout
Is tickets for Wireless
I'm 16 and rolling papers
Way more forgetful than Donald Draper
Take two hours to get to Jeffrey's
When it's only three stops
And barely a mile away
Ayyyy
But the days are endless
Sun's out like the Second Amendment
Guns out
Nah how I'm dressing
Like 1976
So fresh in
Ironed Hawaiians
Lighters stay frying
Bare cross joints
On the road to Zion
My timing is crime in
Atlantic City
When I'm bored I walk
k** another empire
Like f** Prohibition
I'm a rapper with a mission
Till September comes
And I'm back in the school tie
Handling addition
So we got three grams
Divide it by six
Count how many in the cypher
Puff puff pa**
No abusing hits
Yeah
[Hook]
And I been so dazed it's so confusing
Something just ain't computing
So long to take a muse
Till I found Mary Jane
And made the music
Yeah
It's so confusing
Something just ain't computing
So long to take a muse
Till I found Mary Jane
And made the music
Been so confusing
Something just ain't computing
So long to take a muse
Till I found Mary Jane
And made the music
Till I made the music
Till I made the music
Till I found Mary Jane
And made-mikky-made
Mikky-made the music