420 Lyrics

Woke up today on my fuck shit

Burnt through cash on a brand new stash

Opened right away and I need four hits

Burnt it to ash, now I'm off of my ass

But there's no such thing as getting too lit

When there ain't no liability that Jane will bring

Feel like I could touch the sky and hear an angel sing

Feel like I don't why, but I'm wilding

Maybe it's because its 420

From the Sunday Goods

Smoking out the whole hood

Cuz damnit yeah your boy, he got plenty

Think it did what it should

Got through what we could

Cuz now our eyelids turned heavy

But give me four more blunts in like twenty

Oh, Rodger that I'm gonna pass it but don't rush me

I'll toke it slowly

Let it take over me

Watch the time match with date

Four plus the twenty

Ain't up for debate

We taking many

Wash the second thoughts through the gate

We going dummy

Sorry in advance if I'm late

I blame the gummy

Watch the time match with date

Four plus the twenty

Ain't up for debate

We taking many

Wash the second thoughts through the gate

We going dummy

Sorry in advance if I'm late

I blame the gummy