Buggin' Out

[Verse One] As I inhale in this smoke, it's so potent I'm chokin' I'm chill but at jail, I realize that I'm open My actions are slowin', my eyes become slanted I'm laughin' but growin' inside me is panic I push it back, keep my feet firm on this planet I'll master my high if I just understand it It's sweatin' my palms and I can't feel my arms I'm crazy numb from my feet up to my cranium I'm sit-sittin' up, get-gettin' up, drink-drinkin' down then spittin' up I don't don't even know how much time when by since we lit it up This is the reason I stopped puffin' trees And I'm freakin' out feels like my mouth isn't breathin' My heart is racin' Pulmonating People are talkin' but what are they saying? I don't care, I can admit it As soon as I lit it, I shouldn't of hit it [Verse Two] I'm so fucking paranoid, right now I hate it It's probably some slay shit but I think they laced it And who's to be trusted? It might not be dusted I don't know who rolled it, but still I just puffed it I'm buggin' the fuck out This has to be wet Cause everything now has this glassy effect I'm mal-ma-malfunctioning, breaking down again (Yo, Ap chill the FUCK out) I got to lay down again Wishin' I never inhaled it, I'm hearin' shit Scared of shit Sounds like I'm speaking in Arabic Every second I'm bugging out, I get a grip, I'll never smoke this shit So potent, approaching the point where I might flip I'm slowly relaxin', they told me this happens When people who smoke loose control of their actions I am so fucked up Not feelin' this, chill with this son I'm simply not built for this