[Intro: Erykah Badu sample]
Ohh my my my
I'm feeling high
My money's gone
I'm all alone
[Verse 1]
I tend to keep it low key
But these OGs know me
Maybe cuz i roll tree
The size of Charles Oakley
I spit it so toxic
I'm Michael J. Fox sick
I'm looking for some logic
In the cosmic smokin' chronic
But enough with the bullsh*t
Why isn't the bowl lit?
With the cursive I'm a culprit
I pack a verbal full clip
You know the flow so sick
That holy sh*t pope sh*t
Clowns claim they clever
But they don't really know sh*t
No they don't really know sh*t
[Interlude]
Yo Erek D, man what you smokin' on?
[Verse 2]
I'm smokin' some fire haze
That'll keep my high for days
I can't deal with the dirt
So I'm up in a higher place
I'm feelin' some type of way
I'm reachin' for kinder days
I spit that Melo flow
And this that '03 title game
Would someone please light the j
I'm not feelin' aight today
Erek D Tha Gawd
And please do not hyphenate
[Interlude]
No dashes, no dots, capitalize that sh*t
Treat it like a pronoun
Because I'm a pro now
Everybody sing the chorus
It's about to go down
[Chorus]X2
Now please
Quit the hissin'
f*ck off with that fuss
These other motherf*ckers
They just ain't like us
The sh*t we stay spliffin'
Hit you like a bus
These other motherf*ckers
They just ain't like us
[Bridge]X2
I think spliffin' is my craft now
I tend to split it with tabacco
I'm makin' fire by the trees
Like its a muhf*ckin' campout
[Outro]
And we gone, we gone
And we gone, we gone
And we gone, we gone
We gone, motherf*cker we gone
And we gone, we gone
We gone, we gone
We gone, we gone
We so motherf*ckin' gone
Auyh