Band playing hard, get a knock and window opens
Dain seen like unto a bard, bass blasting vibrations
R.J. just trying to fix up his motorcycle engines
But the mood all changed, when in my life I let him in
The chronic was tasty, the shrooms a delight
Visuals cast with haste see, and the dimming of lights
Phasing car lights amaze me, as I traverse the night
But he more interested in cake G., have some I might
But I get to his crib, after I graduate
Get him a job, we clock in at eight
Moving transmissions, then make a mistake
I brought no food, already cleared off the plate
Oh a tim, so slim, but the food runs tall
Slap into a slim jim, and bang a beer at the mall
Sip on coffee again, and chase it down after all
Food is not a sin, so come up and play ball
Gravy runs down the bowl, and he licks it up
Going doggy style in the back of a truck
No leash required, cuz he could give a f**k
Don't tread on him, or you will feel the buck
Stallion thrusts from the horses mouth
Don't test him with the chance of trout
Fish an option only in the presence of drought
Nothing phases this man inside or out
His pup listens, but runs too fast
Tears glisten, if he needs to swat that a*s
Copper hissin, he thinks he is a cat
Simply shittin, in the backyard grass
Oh a tim, so slim, but the food runs tall
Slap into a slim jim, and bang a beer at the mall
Sip on coffee again, and chase it down after all
Food is not a sin, so come up and play ball
Hunting in the woods, looking not for meat
Got morrells so good, dry them up for the treat
Smoke a bowl as he should, makes the food neat
Flavors appear like they come back up and greet
Kissin the tongue, spices dancing around
Glistenin it's begun, that delicious sound
Eggs and bacon, served with a steak by the pound
Microdose the fun, and fuel the gas for the town
But in this reality, his gas is his own
Powering the stove, only burnt does it not groan
Smells of egg, just don't turn over the stone
Power lifting the dab, lungs at full blown
Oh a tim, so slim, but the food runs tall
Slap into a slim jim, and bang a beer at the mall
Sip on coffee again, and chase it down after all
Food is not a sin, so come up and play ball
Oh a tim, so slim, but the food runs tall
Slap into a slim jim, and bang a beer at the mall
Sip on coffee again, and chase it down after all
Food is not a sin, so come up and play ball