Album: Get Twiztid (2014)

Drugs & Alcohol

[Verse 1 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
You know I smoke weed, it burns, I exhale
I'm high right now, who the fuck you gon' tell?
You can probably smell aromas comin' on strong
Like the stench of the water in the bottom of my bong
Ain't no peace for 'get along', no I'm not a flower child
.45 up in my waist, you poppin' off, we gettin' (wild!)
Give me room in the zoom that I'm gone off the keyshia cole
Eyes closed, holding back the choke cause my lungs is full
Pass the shit, get it back again for another bowl
Smoking like a chimney cause there ain't no carbonation ho
Nothing in the room but clouds far as I can see
You wanna get high with me?

[Hook - Dominic:]
A couple pounds burning up
I owe that loud
Mixed with that swerve in my cup
So high I can't come down
And I'm shit-faced, yes I'm wasted
I'm shit-faced

[Verse 2 - Monoxide:]
How many times can I chime rhymes with a fried mind?
Is what you're thinking with every line that you rewind of mine
Let me remind that in order to walk the border of evil
I'm burning quarters at the speed that a racecar drive
I get abnormally high but inside
I'm transforming like I was Optimus Prime
But the form that I reside is a crime lord
With an eye four times the size of any kinda cyborg y'all can find
Feel like I wanna go play on the dark side
So I got my little bag of that cloud nine
And I'll start by taking a short drive to the cemetery
And then I'mma park, right, get a flashlight in a grave site
And then I'll be ready to spark mine with a great time

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jamie Madrox:]
Yo Blaze, Monoxide
Y'all motherfuckers held it down for the weed heads, but what about the alcoholics?
Let's go!

Roamin' with the airlines as I'm floatin', drinkin' Cognac
Big glass, no ice, to the rim, I'm in, pushing my wig back
It's time to sit back, 4 hours till last call
I got a pocket full of hundreds, I'm thirsty, I came to ball (Bouncin'!)
Do I tip or double pour double ounces?
Bottle here, bottle there, I swear I'll share
That's really where it counts
There's a party where I'm sittin'
I'm soaking up all the liquid
Alcohol, yeah I'm addicted
My advice train is shiftin'
I went from doobies to blunts, a bowl to a bong
Now they're toking it, they did even ripped it up in our songs
It's impossible to be hard, sippin' cocktails, two straws
But I'm granted, don't understand it
Managed to pulled it off for alcohol

[Dominic:]
We got the sticky in the back
Hennessy on my lap, I'm sippin' out the snifter

[Hook]