(Prod. by @luvmade0)
Lyrics:
I been smokin’ kush, finna get lung cancer
smokin’ kush finna get lung cancer
I worship the plant, and I only wanna plant em
My flow get so nutty, like some motherfuckin planters

I tell my bro pass me that J, and he better do what I say
Or else he’s gon drive me crazy, and that won’t be good, reefer madness is tragic
Ecstatic, and erratic, choppa on my hip and this shit is automatic
I just hit a lick with yo bitch, then we went back to the crib and she sucked my dick
I been smokin on that gas but I been functionin
I hope I don’t ever get lost inside my thoughts again
Remember back some years ago I wanted it to end
But now I’m coping and fuck all the haters, full offense

Reefer Madness

Reefer Madness (Prod. by @luvmade0)

Pour up some mofuckin cough, I’m keepin my sinuses clear
I get so mofuckin high, that a motherfucker cannot hear
I load up I’m ready to die, I do not have any fear
I’m a pretty cool guy, I’m hoping that you see it clear

Yeah, up in the crib and I chill with a couple of hoes
Yeah, baddie on my right got a lil coke on her nose
Yeah, when I pull up got the choppa I leave yo ass froze
Yeah, yo lil bitch in the front at my mofuckin show

Cough

There’s no way I’m fucking chilling
Mushy skin and neuron building
Falling, crashing, now it’s burning
Can’t say that I’m not deserving

Of this

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, 
I’m feeling so psychotic
Off some crystal and some other narcotics
Ohio accent foreign bitches call exotic
They at the crib and they all want to act erotic
In this brain field, I frollic
I try to play but I keep chokin on the pollen
I hear the bells I think my mother is callin
I see the light now I let go and I fall in

Please can you shield my eyes
Get me a side of fries
I think I’m way too high
Love chalk and flying kites

Fucked receiver on TV
I saw you but you could not see me
But now, I don’t have that luxury
And none of my organs are functioning
Banana clip yeah this bitch loaded
It’s funny how yo mom be bloated
They listen the minute my song hits
and right off they say that it’s goated

Don’t fuck give a fuck bout the FIFA season
I’ll stick with games and music boy you know that we eatin
Boy you got balls if you gonna be reachin
Or you interrupting me while I’m talkin’ or speakin

Dear God (prod. sunrisess)

Didn’t want your love anyway
I coast through life I swear to god i could go any way
I don’t do features if you not offerin plenty pay
That’s the deal honestly you will not get any say

I’m always vibin out and shit
And if you’ve been around know that I got blood on the fit, yeah
Imma shoot and I don’t ever miss
So you better be thinking ‘fore you throw a fit

I didn’t want your love anyway
Say it again so you start to believe me
I was so down when I found out that you were leaving
It was so bad didn’t know if I could go on breathing
Sadness turned to anger and then I started seething
But I know my sword’s the one that should be sheathing
Imma treat you like a baby like you teething
Then abort you so you are no longer breathing
Damn, got a lil too graphic
Sorry to my listeners, cuz that shit’s a habit
Choppa on my hip
It hop like a rabbit
Go fuck up your shit
Like a fucking savage
You just took a risk
You upset the balance
Now you’ll have to show us
All your different talents
Hope one of them is dodgin bullets
Or else I know you’re full of it

Anyway (prod. yamaka)

Rejectin all the heartache, heartache
Realize you were a mistake, mistake
Movin on for my sake, my sake
Lost out on bein my mate, my mate

She said she was sorry tho
Too much that she didn’t know
The hurt’s still too real for me
I guess that I have to go
To go, away, away from here, cuz you see, you were apart of me
Now I feel empty
There is nothing left in me
Fuck it, I’m in the process of forgetting
Depression in my head and this shit is never relenting
I said fuck the Devil for the demons he’s been sending
If you run up on me then your life will soon be ending
Fending, off the thoughts up in my head
If I didn’t do that then I’d probably be dead
Catch me rottin in a cell before I’m talkin to the feds
I been smokin on that gas and I been layin off the meds
Smokin on that gas, puff the Mojley way
2 hits then pass, do what I say
Get off my porch, you stupid whore
I’ve never even seen you before

Nothing (prod. breakupbreakdown + mycorpsebride)

At the function, for the day
Told my roommate, he said ok
I’m pullin up, excited asf
We playin poker, wish me luck

I grab that hundred put it on the table
The stakes have got me feelin all unstable
Ain’t no judgement we said fuck all of them labels
Cuz that shit got us feelin unfuckingstable

I just wanna let you know that, it’s ok, it’s ok
No matter what they say, it’s ok
Fuck the haters, feed em to the alligators
Couple bitches talking shit, got nothin better to do
Than stand around and give some negative attention to you
Plug your ears because the shit you hear it just brings you down
Your biggest smile couldn’t shine through your smallest fucking frown

I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it is
It’s the outfit you wear, I know it doesn’t fit
All I know is that I’m gonna miss
Every time that we went out and did some stupid shit
You’re so cool you go against the crowd
You’re my favorite person from this world that I have found
Am I in heaven, are my feet lifted off of the ground
Just wanna hear your voice stg that’s my favorite sound

unstable

Yeah I’m finna go to speedway
Grab a couple bags of munchies
Walkin back 827
Bout quarter past 11
Streetlights and the darkness
The only ones that I walk with
Don’t have anyone to talk with
Ain’t nobody that I rock with

The shit is kinda fucked, yeah I know it
So I’m writin down my feelins like a poet
Then I’m hoppin on a beat and I’m flowin
Got a lot of fuckin baggage I been towin

And while I’m sad I been feelin kinda reckless
Saint peter chillin all up on my necklace
Sippin lean and it comin straight from Texas
High asf I been swervin in the lexus

Yeah that’s fax, yeah that’s fax, I been countin up these racks
I ain’t buyin from no dealer if he tryna charge a tax
I been smokin on the moon, I got wax in the gas
That bitch got, 2 big moons, just took a nap, on her ass

And that’s fax, like I said, Talking down and then you gonna wind up dead
Got some problems that reside inside my head
You won’t ever catch me talkin to the feds
Smokin gas I ain’t never poppin meds
Had too many of my friends seein red
I can’t ever sleep in someone else’s bed
But that doesn’t stop yo bitch from givin head

Mojley

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