I got dat dope shit.

[Solomen Grundee]

A 5th of vod, and a about half a bottle of percs,
Weed'd, and strung high, it oughtta be worse,
Tweekin in the corner, hoverin, coverin, a mess,
Leanin back and forth. Fat Joe, dawg give it a rest,
My tongue's numb, and gravity's eatin my face,
A stale blunt,fuck it, I stayed leavin it laced,
Smoke crawlin through my mind, shit I'm drivin
It's cool though.
I can see just fine, through these eyelids
Fuck the lights behind us, cherries taste nice
Fuckin methlabs far, where take lives
Steal the inventory, it'll last a couple hours
Forgot about my ciggarette, ashes makin knuckle towers
Eyes clasped, razed retinas, here comes the light
Fuck this flight, I've already been dead tonight