Tokin' Grade

[Intro] Parallel Angel Well I know Yeah, see Well okay Chuckie I got you Let's get high [Verse 1] I think I got the suttin' The big man suttin' Hell yeah, the high even when I'm crushin' Smell it, Bangin' Mixin' up the blem and blooper slippin' And every other shotter, they stay gassin' Dead-weight packin', phone-line bangin' For the record I ain't baggin' Na uh I blame it on the Ras' from West Morland town Hella mersh with a grade like wow Head start hurt me Youngers on the lemon, fucking up their melon Turn felon...hype Niggas don't get me wrong I take tree bun to another hype then I'm gone See they be fuckin' wit' some cross-breeds maybe Pop was a Ras' so I'm Certified born Ganja baby, Now I'm surfin' Buddha marinatin' my brain, pass it over to my main Cause I can't let the high go to waste Can you taste? Can you taste it? [Hook] Tokin' grade Baby, baby Tokin' grade Baby I wanna (toke some grade) Bun the ting cherry look like the sun Before I'm done I'm billin' up another one Til' I'm numb Til' I'm numb Numb Numb Numb Numb [Verse 2] Calls from the Mrs, pacin' to the kitchen High grade for breakfast...yikes Table full of berries, we ain't sayin' nuttin' Little red light on, smokey I'm feelin' like Marley I'm on some legendary shit Been tryna keep it wavey wit' my eyes wide shut That's why I stay splashin' Blame it on the Ras' from West Morland town Hella mersh with a grade like wow You put me on a feel that I never had Never had Never had (ever) And ever since I been tryna get her back Pick it up and put it back And now I'm suttin' like a camis on cannabis But there's no drug around Not like what I found in you, you But I still can't feel my face, what am I smokin' anyway? Cause I can't let the high go to waste Can you taste? Can you taste? [Hook] Tokin' grade Baby, baby Tokin' grade Baby I wanna (I wanna) Bun the ting cherry look like the sun Before I'm done I'm billin' up another one Til' I'm numb Til' I'm numb Numb Numb Numb Numb