I am a man of God
Boy, hush, Henny is in your name and your blood
Get in here
Uh
I backflip on this beat (Backflip)
Feeling like a faucet, got a bit of reprieve
I got a whole lotta thoughts that I simmer to peak (Yeah)
Then I serve it to my homies like a dinner for free
I feel amiss like I'm missin' a beat
Don't get it twisted, I be groovin', never missin' a beat (Never)
When Stool speak, know the masses bruise the loose leaf
Uh, yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' article reviews
I'm like an artist in the news
I'm like an artisan with tunes (Yeah)
I'm the sergeant of the boom bap
This is doom rap sprinkled with some loose scraps (Loose scraps)
You know the rules
You know that Stool needs his naptime (I need to sleep)
And I'm probably gonna be back by noon
Maybe, I don't know
I'll be back, like, I, I don't know, I'll be back in like a little bit
I just gotta go to my car real quick (I, I gotta, I gotta go)
I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get high, I don't wanna get high)
I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get high)
I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get, I don't wanna get high)
I don't wanna get high with you no more
We started out in the parking lot with the windows up (Windows up)
Hotboxing, fishbowling
Whatever you wanna call it (Call it)
Freestylin', eyes all foggy, super giggly
I told my mama that I just needed an antihistamine
Hazy history, breaking trees like Bunyan (Chop, chop, chop)
Hit the corner store, Gatorade and Funyuns (Yeah)
Baby lunged younguns using apples for a different function
Is it a skunk or some really old cheese?
It doesn't matter, the breeze will escort the stench eventually (Yeah)
Blowing in the wind, celestial anemones
Deep-fried friends of the devil with a bag of bones
Sparkin' up asparagus and prank callin' strangers' phones
Blazed, baked, stoned, Talking Heads buzzed
Drive around the neighborhood, same as it ever was
And nowadays, I like the solitude of toking (Solitude of toking)
Staring at the ceiling fan, I'm talking to myself again (Talking to—)
I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get high, I don't wanna get high)
I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get high)
I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get, I don't wanna get high)
I don't wanna get high with you no more
We used to meet up at the playground
That's where we would lay down
Back in the day, stood knee-high to an eight-ounce
Hidden in the backwoods with mischievous intentions
Most of us with soda cans and other inventions
Pen caps, sockets, rockets, antennas and wrenches
In the December weather warmin' up the benches
It was the heat of the moment burnin' my very soul
When we were gettin' high, the nights were never very cold
But then we would take the way around to try to get home
The edge of the knife, that shit was blunted
Yeah, it need the wet stone
You better be careful or you'll be livin' beneath a headstone
I better be fearful of crossin' the line if I'ma keep goin'
So farewell and adieu to you and the world
Now who handed me this fistful of pearls?
I'm outtie 5000, you ever forget why?
Catch me at the ten-year, maybe we'll get high
I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get high, I don't wanna get high)
I said, I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get high)
Yeah, I don't wanna get high with you no more
(I don't wanna get, I don't wanna get high)
I said, I don't wanna get high with you no more
We started out in the parking lot with the windows up, windows up
Hotboxing (Feeling like a faucet, got a bit of reprieve, I got a—)
Freestylin', eyes all foggy, super giggly
(The edge of the knife, that shit was blunted)
(Yeah, it need the wet, you better be—)
In the parking lot with the windows up, windows up
(Then I serve it to my homies like a dinner for free, dinner for free)
Told my mama that I just needed an antihistamine
(You better be careful or you'll be livin' beneath a headstone)