Lyrics:

A yo blow, what's up Jonny Richter, I just sold the same frame , just changin'
big picture, and I'm gonna sit your ass down right in the front row to let you
know how we smoke at a kottonmouth kings show-
Do it, did it, do it again, I need at least ten tokes for my day to begin, a
big sack of the chronic , cuz you know I'm always on , steady smokin' out out
of the glass, got the glass going ponic and you get a refund check to save
your mama's draws, and keep bouncing off the walls like my balls
just cuz you want a piece of what I got, put this sack in my pot, think you
really gonna get it , thought wrong, I think not!
We fucked up the 420 in the whole rotation - we rollled up on our homies like
- what you blazin', is this some purple cush, that we got from riverside, but I
heard it was faking, thinkin' shit this thing barely got me high!
Chorus:
Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't
know if it's just all in my head or if I'm losing my sanity- my smokin', my
drinkin, is foggin my thinkin', that's what they all keep tellin' me- and
faces-n-places keep changin' erasin' and everything feels so strange to me
Now we out on the road, differnt city every nite, different hoes every nite,
different flows every nite,
We stay drunk on Bud-Lite, so fuck the malt liquor...