[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 💥
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 �…
skirrr