CHORUS:
My flow so sick I’m coughing
Why won’t your chick get off me?
Munching on cannabis toffee
Who wants bong rips-n-coffee?

VERSE ONE:
Wakin’, bakin’ breakfast in bed
Watch that grapefruit spread
Used to be a Goose head
Now it’s just caffeine
And a little bit of green
My morning routine
Keeps my senses keen
Feeling like Wolverine
But I’m scarlett and grey
Folgers and a blunt
Best part of the day
The incredible edible cannabis plant
You can eat it
You can smoke it
You can wear it as a hat
I stay in the cave like Mumford and Sons
Stuffin’ the blunt
My girl real plump in the butt
Touch her and I’m fucking you up
Tried LSD with LSP
And ended up stuck in her lumps
Ideal for winter time
Grab friends, Adventure Time
Half shell that’s stale
Fuck it, its Master Splitter time
One hitter quitter rhymes
It’s the Virtual Boy with the red eyes
Marvel comic fan
Lyrics are astonishing
Here’s a thought bubble
You would have never saw rubble
If you would have kept your jaw buckled
But you sought trouble
And I’m normally peaceful
Ready to greet you
My dude got the medical-grade, plus the treats too
And we rolling up fat joints that’s see through
Coffee is Columbian brewed
Mines is black
If your rhymes is wack
Get hot Joe in your lap
You ain’t supposed to rap
So close your trap
Everyone knows Midwest controls the map
Now run and tell that like your phone is tapped
Catch you trying to steal the recipe
Your nose get slapped
Dudes be like: “B, how you flow like that?”
Watch how the clones adapt
The way you flow is crap
Aaaaaw snap
Aw snap
Come to our macaroni party and we’ll take a nap

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VERSE TWO:
You ever notice how hired sounds like fired?
When you hot, they admire
When you cold like Meyer’s
They’ll show you the door
And tell you to roll like tires
Their loss
I would never respect the term “boss”
Or superior, as if you’re inferior
I don’t work for you
You just manage what I do
With much scrutiny
And you stay using me
Abusing my sleep
Got me thinking about work at the end of the week
And then we repeat
Just to make ends meet
Don’t worry about how long I take lunch my friend
Or the clock won’t be the only thing I’m punching-in
Breaking my back
For this wack ass check
Take it all back
If you wanna disrespect
This is why we stress
Then blaze up cess
I guess that the time when I’m not depressed
But if success is money, I’m not impressed
Broke as joke ain’t funny
When you’re the culprit
Soon as you get caught up
Here go some mo’ shit
At work high as fuck
Hoping no one notices
I got mo’ expenses
Than appendages
One of the reasons
I still ain’t got kids and shit
Who ever said I have to sacrifice a third of my day
For this worthless pay
This is absurd to say
But I gotta keep the peace
If I wanna keep the lease
Got me on a short leash
Still can’t afford these
Reoccurring payments
On the night and day shift
That modern day slave tip
Wiping my ass with your pink slip
For limiting my uniqueness
Keep the java flowin’
This ain’t even spittin’
This is lava blowin’
Get my four footer
And bring it on
This dark roast is strong
Now take a rip from the bong

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