Yeah
Goodbye from my grease body into the blackness
Where only my pure essence can go
This is your boy Lamp Fawcett
Gotta get down 4 it the 406 locc we smoke it right
Know that's how we roll, freestyles straight from the devil's eyes
The crops that I grow, I killed on the low with Monsanto
Weed killer kills all, can't fill the bong, thinking I'm boutta go broke
I'm talking all bout witches and spiders I'm switching sides with the
Switch on my 9 with a violent asprin Kathryn mind no lie
Now it's catching me by surprise but I'll still take em
They used to go up my nose now I just inhale 'em mang
Smoking lorazepam
Smoking lorazepam
Smoking lorazepam
You know where we get it man
Smoking lorazepam
Smoking lorazepam
I light it up straight from your grandma's cabinet
Pour out the patrón, one for the locc, keep one for the road
My mind's out, feeling insane now they're locking me down
Now they're giving me pills thinking they'll fix my mind, but they won't
And I'm stuck here wasting but I still just practice sacrifice
Witchcraft for satan tryna open the door
Gotta get some bites coming from satan's spiders to go you know
I can see their lies, know what they tried to hide this whole time
But he didn't know right from wrong, and now the locc is gone
Smoking lorazepam
Smoking lorazepam
Smoking lorazepam
You know where we get it man
Smoking lorazepam
Smoking lorazepam
I light it up straight from your grandma's cabinet