rollin strollin cell ringin deal droppin slangin dimes movin like a mime watchin tv eatin trip cs colors bouncin flyin round my head little gnomes laughin pointn at the sky im startin to fly fly high real high higher than heaven smoke halos gangsta devils god hard cheefin eatin geekin gettin cheeky monsters comin to get me slowly starting to see love ly trees with buds hangin and i started sangin im in heaven smellin gellin relaxin maxin postin smokin tokin chokin mad hard rollin and im broke kid. here comes reality takin a grip as i slip into hell where the square people dwell breaking open my shell all you see is me all you feel is what you cant see pain trippin me rap flowing like maple syrup i cant seem to get my feet in the stirrups sharp snip as i ease and my strings are fallin into the sea im comin down collapsed on the ground twistin weed smokin seed grasping whats left of me pullin onto nuthin swallowin me engulphing controlling master weed eating away my steeze i open my eyes and all i see is the streets