Jim Brown - To The Head lyrics

[Mike V Voicemail] Verse 1: Spose It is he, who, two verses shows no mercy Blazed always looking like I just ate turkey In my life, no red dots, neither guns nor herpes And the bong water's murky I'll be perched at my mom's Breaking up some mersh Smelling like a marsh Just got out of work The state of Maine sustains temperatures far below 30 Girls nips get perky It's regularly snowing In the winter in a blizzard with the scissors and saliva cold as ice up in a Chrysler We get higher than a Boeing And as I inhale just know that in New Hampshire came close to jail but made bail Now your sister feels me like braille As I clutch a Sam Adams Boston Ale Unshaven with a hoodie Looking like an adulterer Swerving out of Irving in a resin colored Altima Altogether bimpin' and also I don't care I smoke trees, ironically, the shirt reads D.A.R.E It's like, "been there, done that" Mud on the hubcaps, Wells, Maine getting ID'd for a blunt wrap Chorus: Spose Oh Woah Yeah I take another blunt to the head Yeah Yeah Woah Verse 2: Spose So rip the backwoods emblem as the blunt sesh a**embling In the summer bare arms like the second amendment You can find me just hanging like an ornament Snorting jagged little pills call em Alanis Morissette Yo We don't drive slow Speed like Sandra Bullock avoid the Wells Po In our parents' Tahoes Kick it inconspicuous when gripping on the stickiest as we lurk the backroads In garages dads blaze while playing Van Halen I spent a lot of wages on being inebriated T-shirt untucked, double-bubbler packed up Proving thus: I been nuts since my bowl cut We got s** but no pistols Wells, Maine no bullets Thick hickish accents sweatpants and mullets The healthy and the wealthy eating salads with croutons I'm microwaving Hot Pockets sleeping on the futon Pa** the gra**, alas I don't care I smoke trees ironically the shirt reads "D.A.R.E." It's like "been there done that" Blood, sweat, mud flaps Drugs since I was watching Doug and the Rugrats Chorus: Spose Oh Woah Yeah I take another blunt to the head Yeah Yeah Woah