Sometimes I wish that I could fly, to the sky, up with the birds, puffin' on the high-grade herbs
Whenever my stress, and the stress, settle my nerves, every bad energy get purged
Light up this cliff, and let me feel my fears lift, lights and me was a spaceship
Out of this world, and when me gone, me brain drift, high-grade and make me head-chip, man I'm on
The super skunk or the purple ace, that make me frost-solve for couple days
Defensive cushpin of the blade