Marijuana Steam Lyrics

Marijuana steam

Blowin out my mouth

This life is but a dream

No time to sit and pout

Just listen to the king

Just listen to the king

Trials tribulations

Don't you know they shape the nation

On a roll we paper chasin'

Got to go I gotta goal

Formulate a plan

That correlates to man

No we are not equal

Save you from the evil

The one percent of people

Cannot go to deep

Rollin thru the city staring at the sheep

Oh what a pity

Walking in your sleep

Yeah I know I'm shitty

All I do is creep on a beat

Like disease to a flea

And it seems that defeat is a seat

You can sit and recline

Be a bitch and feline

Do the least and be fine

Or be a beast and incline

Get your feast from divine

Open eyes and see the signs

They idolize us being blind

Disguise the lies we cannot rise

A sky of spies we cannot hide

The tries of wise to get the prize

I'm fucking tired of being fine

Bitch

Marijuana steam

Blowin' out my mouth

This life is but a dream

No time to sit and pout

Just listen to the king

Just listen to the king

Trials tribulations

Don't you know they shape the nation

On a roll we paper chasin'

Got to go I gotta goal

Formulate a plan

That correlates to man

No we are not equal

Save you from the evil

The one percent of people

Take a fucking stand and demand back our land

The scheme is so grand

And it's working like a band

They control us with the bands

Got us buying all their brands

They got this shit planned

Defense they got it banned

Chopping down the trees

That's the shit we need

Just to fucking breathe

Got me grinding at the teeth

Making money for the streets

Ain't it funny how it be

Got me running for the green

Pull me over for the speed

Shit

Marijuana steam

Blowin out my mouth

This life is but a dream

No time to sit and pout

Just listen to the king

Just listen to the king

Trials tribulations

Don't you know they shape the nation

On a roll we paper chasin'

Got to go I gotta goal

Formulate a plan

That correlates to man

No we are not equal

Save you from the evil

The one percent of people

Got me feeling evil

Noddin my head

This life is so surreal

Got us seeing red

Don't you see the seals

Got us feeling dead

There's no great appeal

Bitch