Gloomy days got my head twisted. Mystic visions of a razor blade. Cut my blunt with precision. Stuff it till it's bustin'. . Sippin' on some Tussin'. Imagine it, gothic hustlin'.
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me. Roll the windows up, baby, blow an ounce with me. We tight of the green and hen, get in the wind. Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends.