I don't want to go to the store
I really don't want to drive
I just took a big fat rip of hash
Can you drive
Huh
You know what--fine
Nod my head back while floating in the passenger
Snakes in the grass kissing Afghan--yessir
I'm on the road to my last errand with the Cloud Rap blaring decibels
Like lucid flow--I let it go
From the unzipped file playing
Told them it might be a couple miles
So they're left on the dial
Like them Celluloid records being sold out the trunk of an
'85 Civic that has traveled through some mystics
You want logistics
I got my own hand in battle you're a leech in my piston
My quality of life drains
I don't like your system
Get your engine checked before I ghost ride your existence