Munch the Artist - Escapades Lyrics

Yea sit back you just acquired
Some of the finest gas in all the land
Yea I'm the man but this not about me its for You
So sit back relax and enjoy the ride

Late night chiefing bout to take flight
O that's your bitch why she with the kid every Night
Coughing
Up my babies and the finest of reefer
Only gas in my lungs I be blowing ether
Breath
Now let that smoke come out ya chest
Rest
Then take another puff to ease the stress
Gone
To a land abound with weed and liquor
In the distance two baddies sister
Score
Like I just kicked the ball
One rolling up a swisher other sucking my Balls
Faded
That 3rd eye starts to open
Ain't no Reggie in my system only smoke that Potent
Pour up
I'm sipping whiskey taking shots to the face
I got work tomorrow
But I ain't slowing my Pace
Turn up the f*cking speaker that al green Come on
Begin to bop your head to the beat of the Song
Hit the bong
Travel to the clouds in the sky
Like Red Bull it gave me wing now a nigga can Fly

Man this weed got me f*cked up
Haha
Haha
I'm tripping like I just stamp the passport
Look down it's 200 on the dash board
Ash tray full of ashes of that medical
Front seat bad bitch and she flexible
Pull up to the crib can't forget the rubbers
No talking just proceed to gettin in the covers
Deep stroke she said she feelin in her gut
O god I think I'm bout to bust a nut
Drunk dick got her ass all up in a coma
This tree here got prescribed for gaulcoma
Sex is the best when Mary Jane can join
A couple hits of this she going strait for the Groin
Head first round two got the strength of a Champ
Reach for the dresser to turn off of the lamp
She wet and she calling my name
Hear a knock at the door guess they hear her F*cking screams
O well don't give a f*ck I'm making her cream
30 minutes later she getting lost in her dreams
I'm up just rolled another f*cking swisher Sweet
I'm out with out a word or a f*cking peep
Late night escapades of the chief keefer
Now gone light your ass up some reefer yea