(CONNOR VANS)
I be in the ocean
Sipping on some potion 
That I made myself 
Wit psilocybin from the forest
Black eye 
face be swollen 
Put your hands on me
In a ditch you gon be snorin
BBS in my back
Yea I felt those the next morning
Eyes on bark of trees 
Looking towards me
hella bugs swarming
Light up my torch
They gon scatter 
From the smoke
Roll another joint 
I’m gonna smoke some mo
I need to get high cause this life a fucking joke
Talking bout the system 
Talking bout corrupt lil folk
All my homies real 
Fake mo fuckas I don’t know
Funny how I see you dissin on your best friend bro
No mask on my face
But I still be so unknown 
Made my own damn weapon but I bought a brand new scope
Canadian winter
There a fuck Ton of snow
Slidin in accord 
No traction control 
If you get stuck 
We all gonna push that hoe
In the woods my feet grounding on the floor
Chillin on the grass 
Made a fire to keep warm
I ain’t pack no peice
Never slackin im on beat
Got some pliers pull yo teeth
Smelly nugs in my pocket 
And they reek
Oxygen turned up
Cut material real easy
Propane for a pedophile
He gonna feel the heat
To these mothafuckas 
You can not show no mercy
My hands always dirty 
Cause I do not stop and breath
Ima go up to my bed and sleep
Permanently

CONNOR VANS - CRYPT CREEPIN (Prod. DJDEATH)

CONNORVANS