I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo ♥♥♥♥

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that ♥♥♥♥♥ smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking ♥♥♥♥ in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz truck, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a ♥♥♥♥ if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways