[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