Stank Face Records - Indica lyrics

CHORUS: (X2) Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch TERMINAL KNOWLEDGE: Yo, yo, yo Are you an entertainer or an artist? Steppin straight into the tar pits Remain in the dark...ready aim, say your prayers, hit the target To the brain from a chamber in a cartridge A bit improper like im sayin irregardless This is for the feign of heart, not for the straight up heartless Cheapskates, slashin wages as they max the profit Remade in a dream state half way to catatonic We stay trap with a bag of chronic Cliche raps to a beat tape, each tape, freebase hash til i have to vomit Keep faith or feel they wrath State of mind is zen like, life is half forgotten Term the worm in the apple and thats ripe or rotten Been described as a vermin like disturbance Wordsmith for hire searching to find a purpose But im certain life is worthless terminally Eternally keep a journal, each word that we speak is hurtful or slurred Either that or its both...each gelatinous doses, need to have me a smoke A reefer addict, constantly seeking happiness Obviously be slacking, he constantly cheifin cannabis....damn CHORUS: (X2) Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch ACUMENTAL: Yo, yo My phone is full of photos and emotionless emojis Colloquial and nosy, hella known for hittin stogies When I'm rollin with the homies, so clueless, so coolio too To a title holder with a multitude of trophies See, acumental got the drive and the gusto The verve and the fervor, stage dive in the front row I plan to brandish knives at the gun show These perverbial superlative chumps hurdle bluffs if you must know (jump!) I practice rhymes in the mirror, so pa** the sprite and the syrup Stay on my grind when im reciting the lyric, it's like You ain't as high as my spirit so keep it grounded Im a fiend with both feet in the field and i feel surrounded But ive never been caught with my guard down Go to palmer square park, yea thats our town (STANK FACE) We in charge now. I barge in like Sgt. Barnes when i bark sound It's the silver line to your dark cloud, like (puff indica, im stuck in the couch Puff indica, im stuck in the couch) Yo, puff indica, stuck in the couch Eat mini muff like mickey mouse No minimum when im maxing out If you ain't know you better ask around CHORUS: (X2) Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch Puff, puff indica, stuck in the couch