Woke up on the West Coast for the first time in my life
Drove cross country, but I remember those flights
Genuflected when I heard the weed price
White boys with the weed pipes
Sunny days, sunny nights, mighty clouds of Northern Lights
I was always bright, so no sooner than we touched down
I'm seeing how we could get home and be right
It's hard to live in the moment but I guess I had a gift
Hawaiian so potent, zonin' off bong rips
I painted houses all summer, they paid by the shift
My boss was an enterprisin' white kid
Eagle-eyed everything you did—♥♥♥♥ gig, but I didn't quit
MJG and 8Ball spittin' out the whip, spliffs with kief at the tip
It felt sleepy at night, but I liked that, felt like you could relax
Like you could disappear like I wasn't surrounded by the past
Months passed and we goin' back
And in the back of my mind, the plan already hatched
The door panels already stashed
Illinois State Trooper just waiting for time and space
To cross our path