I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips. With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip. Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz. But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits.
I burned too many Brain Cells down. To be worried bout my Brain Cells Now [x4]. Here's a tab of acid for your ear. You're the plastic, I'm the passion and the magic in the air.