I Just Want To Roll 3 Gram Blunts

Pick apart the nugs, rolling up the game
Smoke it toke it til I’m coughing but I feel the same
Push away the pain that is building in my brain
Look outside it’s grey rip the bong as I waste away

I don’t wanna feel this shit until I turn to ash
Fuck the pressure blowing pressure from the sticky pack
Get the blicky I’m not picky how my life will pass
Reminiscing missing life before my mental crash

I just wanna wake and bake until the day goes
Put me in the coffin with the blunt and tight it close
Im just looking at the ceiling how my smoke blows
Im just rolling up a fatty toke it real fucking slow

I keep on seeing my demons when I’m just tryna sleep
I hope I die before I wake so I just rest in piece
Tryna numb the feeling down but I just feel the pain
Try to tell myself just to smoke a new game

Northshore plug blowing o’s
Riding thru the city now my wallet can’t close
Ash the blunt wherever I go
Get the guage I’m gonna explode

Chocolate Games [prod.alexmilano]

It’s that o c e a n a s h 
G l double o m, stay the fuck away
Getting h i g h until I’m in the grave 
B l u n t filled up with an eighth 

Reaper keep on telling me that i gotta die 
Ever since I was a youngin I was feeling dead inside 
Get the blade make a cut and then I gotta blot it dry 
Fuck what they say Im feeling better when im fucking not alive 

I dont wanna talk I didn’t talk until 3 
Still pulling up eating bbq at Tennessee
Remember watching all my shows on the dvd 
Now im cutting sheet after sheet of LSD

Honey Bourbon Backwoods [prod.alexmilano]

Get the wax take a dab 
Cook my brain up like a lab
Punch the purple like a jab 
Add you to the victim tab 

i need to take a break i need to take a breath
i need to clear my thoughts, i need to clear my head
Follow in the black my demons led 
my steps are tracing back im always one ahead

Imma slump back in the couch
I keep a knife up in my pouch
I’m creeping thru the south
The spiders crawling out my mouth 
I need a couple joints to my head 
What’s the fucking point, I think in bed 
My pillow puddle from the tears I shed

produced by oceanash

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