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I am livin my life, trapped in a hazy dream
Everything slows down, all the days just seem
Like they go In slow mo, when I blow dro
It's my pothead paradise, you should go, bro
Wake up in the morning after gettin some good sleep
With all the weed and new ports, my lungs could bleed
Just got some hood seeds, I throw in some pot
Also got a bag, roll it up, I'm blowin some pot
Realize iv become shot, lungs rot, yet im feelin great
now I lack the funds for my habit, gotta steal in weight
When I Hop in my car, I realize I forgot my last jay
I had an ounce of weed but I smoked it the past day
So now I'm tryin to get some good bud in a fast way
Get to the shifty dealers house strapped, flash, spray
Now I got a stash, yay, time to get some dutchies
gun out, at the deli, screaming "Yo, don't touch me"
"I don't wanna shoot for loot, just a box of phillies"
He hands the box over and yells "please don't kill me"
hop in my car, speed back home, and I stash my three guns
Its only ten oclock in the morning, my day just begun
I am livin my life, trapped in a hazy dream
Everything slows down, all the days just seem
Like they go In slow mo, when I blow dro
It's my pothead paradise, you should go, bro
Text pete, angelo and mike; my closest three friends
The text doesnt go through, so than I resend
The message is sent, they reply with haste
They fly over to my crib, enter as I twist haze
They sit down as I go to explain my crazy day
But no one is listening, cause theyr in a hazy way
roll up the next blunt, gotta burn the evidence
I got class in an hour but I won't learn it's evident
Feelin heaven sent, feeling really celestial
Smoke another blunt as I go and roll the next L
As I'm doing that, angelo is in the kitchen
I yell in "bro u don't know what ur missin"
I walk in and see that he turned the over on
I can't understand why, I'm so fucken gone
He says "I took a quarter to make some brownies
And my throat hurts cause all the smoke surrounds me''
I am livin my life, trapped in a hazy dream
Everything slows down, all the days just seem
Like they go In slow mo, when I blow dro
It's my pothead paradise, you should go, bro
I sit and wait patienly for the brownies to be baked
Petes passed out on the couch, but to the smell he wakes
We eat the special brownies, and flip on cheech and chong
I got a fat ass blunt, mike a joint and pete the bong
Angelos got a himself bowl, and hes takin totes
I think I'm in the clouds, its just mistaken smoke
Plus at this point I'm feeling extremely edgy
Cotton mouth kicks in, I need someone to fetch me
A fucken pepsi cola or a poland spring water bottle
Mike makes some weed cake, another quarter swallowed
Munchied out as fuck, I need some food to eat
Put on instrumentals, need to groove to beats
I start freestylin, spittin out straight hotness
Pete decides to spit, but he just can't top this
As wer kicking frees we hear a knock on door
Don't know who it is, hope a god damn whore
Look through the peep hole, all I see is fuzz
Adrenaline kicks in and fucken beats my buzz
We dash out the back door, see a fucken crack whore
Cops are gaining on us, I'm wishing I ran track more
I look around the corner and see two under covers
That's when I awake from this dream, I'm under covers