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This is my last resort

Fuck a baton, pass the torch

I need a lighter and something to scorch

Whether it's purple or whether it's orange

That blunt was so heavy I put it in storage

Pull it out on a rainy day

Blunt bigger than Dick Cheney's waist

I light up my problems and fade away

Fade away

Now slow it down

Slow it down

Everybody moving fast

Now slow it down bro

Slow it down

You tell me get out the way

Just go around

Whatever he smoked got him frantically moving

He's gone in a loop with no chance of improvement

It's time to wake up, man

These dreams are too lucid

It's time to wake up

Tell a bitch, keep it blowing like the wind chimes

Fuck a hater, I'm a get mine

Never had enough to make the wrist shine

I'm just starting out

The fork in the road, I took the cathartic route

Took the beat from a haunted house

NFT sell in large amounts

Take you back to 98 like we were selling CDs

Big-headed, quick-witted, Garrett with a G

Even though the music's nasty

If you see me on the street

You'll be cruising past me cause I slow it down

Smoked too much to delay reaction

Blunt was too heavy, I put it down

But there's plenty enough to go around

This is not for mass consumption

You don't know nasty

I don't know that bullshit trash you bumping

Hey, let me ask you something

Are you high, let me pass you something

This is my last resort

Fuck a baton, pass the torch

I need a lighter and something to scorch

Whether it's purple or whether it's orange

That blunt was so heavy I put it in storage

Pull it out on a rainy day

Blunt bigger than Dick Cheney's waist

I light up my problems and fade away

Fade away

Now slow it down

Slow it down

Everybody moving fast

Now slow it down bro

Slow it down

You tell me get out the way

Just go around