[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]
bitch i feel like tungsten
lungs itch from crumbling piff
a dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips
i summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell
yeah, i got fungus growing in…
passed out just laying on the couch th3n booom boom boom ๐ฅ
AH SHIT ROLL MY DOPE, BANG HOS WITH MY BROS ROLL THAT MUTH…
YOU KNOW WE KEEP THE BEST OF GREEN SO YOU KNOW WE SMOKE IT ๏ฟฝ…
skirrr