[Intro]
(Cookin' Soul)
[Verse: $ir Cartier]
No ventilation, hoes stimulating on this novocaine I'm making
Still searching for the one, we in the Matrix
Words from the sea, leaving [?] buzz
Never gave a fuck about the picturesque
Muscle arms, muscle arms cooking up with baking soda
God never let my enemies, mixed between insanity and Hova
Turning clouds into castles and pan slow cameras roll
These bitches listen to us like we got mind control
Overdose my high, nigga, I'm flying
By the jets shout out the sky, nigga, I'm dying
I take a pound and break it down into a baby bud
Roll up a spliff, then I light it up, now take a puff
It takes concentration when I'm blazing on this elevation
Now treat your hate with my herbal medication
Yeah, nigga, true statement
[Outro: Sample from Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story]
You smoking reefers?
Yeah, of course we are, can't you smell it?
No, Sam, I can't
Come on, Dewey!
Join the party!
No, Dewey!
You don't want this
Get out of here!
You know what?
I don't want no hangover
I can't get no hangover
It doesn't give you a hangover
Well, I get addicted to it or something?
It's not habit-forming
I don't wanna overdose on it
You can't OD on it
It's not gonna make me wanna have sex, is it?
It makes sex even better
Sounds kinda expensive
It's the cheapest drug there is
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