STONEHENGE

stonehenge on my wrist
ancient watch, it dont tick
hot ass day, chill ass crib
lemon tek, take a swig
spinning clay, let it rip
mix the bape with the rick
backwoods packed with a zip
you'd get smacked off one hit
its not the dog in the fight, its the fight in the dog
stars shining bright, i cant see the light thru the fog
so im tryna fly and i brought a light and a log
get my money right, count my blessing as i count this guap
on the sands of time theres a tower thats waiting to fall
everything is doomed, but theres quite a view from the top floor
and i know its true so its hard to see what its all for
thumbing thru these blues, its a magazine, its a digest
looking for the truth, i got shit to do, i cant die yet
lurk under the moon, birds wont sing their tunes until ive left
flipping samples, flipping bapes, flipping eighths, flipping off the fakes
got my blinders on, i cant see the hate, nothings in my way
pack a bowl of flower, snap it like dragon
rubber bands on my like im lagging
all these potions like Snape i got magic
Issey on my wrist, it could get tragic
it is what it is
wake and bake, its really high noon, imma take another hit
you know what it is
casting spells, i dont even try to, hearing whispers on the wind

u can catch me outside like a lightning bug
i just rolled up a few and im lighting one
undercover my jeans im the lightning plug

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