303-420-5280 (feat. Ian Taylor & Hooked on Cronix)

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Gotta get em
Here's an ism
Pacifism
My minds my prison
A cloudy prism
Partly pristine
Muddied
By the obscene
Still making a scene
Strange to think
The things I've seen
At least what's worth
Rememberin'
With the mean Green
In my Can-teen
Steady Smoking, choking, coughing,
So I can't breathe
Hacking up a stampede
All this greed
For a deed
From a seed
Do I really need
This silly feed
That makes
My lungs bleed

I smoke my blunt and I watch the world pass me by
Rationalizing cause the weed it elevates my mind 
A mile high, a mile high, so high
We smoke the weed cause it makes us feel so alive
When you're in Denver then you're smoking at a mile high
A mile high a mile high so high

I've had enough
It's time to get tough
I ain't buff so I some green stuff
Things have been so rough
So I keep huffin and puffin
Even though I got nothing
Never see me get left behind
Smoke on the mind
Leave me by myself I'll be fine
Just watch me as I find my shine
Light it up and walk like Frankenstein
Then I get another dime
Here you go smoke up
While I go look for another bowl to toke up
Then I woke up soak up woes up
As I past the blunt
Call me the runt
Incinerate the concentrate
Dinner I will not be late
Don't forget to correlate
What the nug demonstrate
Smoke the flower
Diesel sour
That I empower
Gone in an hour

I'm living out in outer space
On the climb been getting high since I found out its great
I'm puffing flower bait, tower rain
Roll a blunt of that sour ape
Zoning out while staring at the shower great
I'm so stoned, stonehedge, child's play
Lifting levels like an elevator in New York
Smoking up like Brandon with a pack full of Newports
Sneak it through security and puffing on new shores
I ain't never quitting it I'll smoke till the Doob's torched
Looking at the world I knew like I was a newborn
Doing Score I just found a gram and a new torch
One hit, Two hits, Three Hits, Four
How many more hits before I hit that floor?

I smoke my blunt and I watch the world pass me by
Rationalizing cause the weed it elevates my mind 
A mile high, a mile high, so high
We smoke the weed cause it makes us feel so alive
When you're in Denver then you're smoking at a mile high
A mile high a mile high so high

Got my Phone, Wallet, Keys
But I can't forget that Hydro
Do another Dab before I jump into the auto
Rolling up to my shows
Say whats up to my bros
Tell the crew in the back
I'm about to spark another bowl
Then I get in my zone
The weed and music 
Now be hitting my dome
It makes me feel like I'm Home
No matter what city I'm at man
It's on
I'm at man
It's on
I'm at man
It's on
As long as I've got all my crew
And my cap and my sack
Then you know where
I'm at man
It's on
I'll grab the bass, you grab the bong
If you smoke and like weed then we'll get along
Hold it all in
Let it all out
Hit the chorus again and some adlibs I'm out

I smoke my blunt and I watch the world pass me by
Rationalizing cause the weed it elevates my mind
A mile high, a mile high, so high
We smoke the weed cause it makes us feel so alive
When you're in Denver then you're smoking at a mile high
A mile high a mile high, so high
I smoke the Kush exhale and watch it hit the sky
Feel like I'm walking up a peak
Until I'm standing at a mile high
A mile high so high
OOOOoooohhhhh so high
OOOOoooohhhhh so high

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