Juice said “Treat your heart just like a blunt of OG, Roll it up, I kissed it, and I smoke it.” I’m in the backseat faded, my thoughts so loaded, Clouds in the whip so thick I can’t focus, Life on my mind, yeah the pain stay floatin’. Doped out, lights low, yeah I’m zoned again, Squeeze in my hand, yeah I’m rollin’ again, Every time I say stop, I’m smokin’ again, Tryna take the edge off — it never ends. High as I can, that’s the plan every night, Flick the Bic, spark the tip, watch it ignite, Purple in the wrap got me losin’ my sight, Feelin’ too gone but it still feel right. All these thoughts hit hard when I exhale slow, Leanin' back deep while the whole room glow, Tryna numb pain I don’t ever let show, So I roll one more, yeah you already know.
