420

[Intro: DEATH+]

Yeah, right there

[Verse 1: DEATH+]

Smoke all this weed 'til I can't even breathe

Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (God damn)

TH, PS3, skate in the street, smokin' my blunt in the trees

My thoughts are covered in leaves, they're never pleased

No success, no release, that mean

Do what the fuck I want

Take my time, take my grind

Pack this shit up in my blunt

I don't need to fuckin' rap, man

I just need my fuckin' blunt

Fuck this shit, alright, man

I just need a mothafuckin' blunt

'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll

All I do is choke on that potent red smoke

Yeah, all I do is smoke, all I do is roll

All I do is choke on that potent red smoke

That pain, that [?], that blood, that kush

That gun, that purp, that dope, that blunt

In my mothafuckin' lips

Take this shit to my lungs

I be smokin' Sour D every day of the month, bitch

[Verse 2: Lil Peep]

Breathe, stretch

Deep breath

Life, death

Smokin' these blunts to my neck 'til I go

Open my lungs and I resin my throat

Choke from the blunt while I flex on your hoe

Smoke, smoke

Pass the gas and the lighter

Smack on that ass and I bite her

I'll make that pussy feel tighter

Blowin' my smoke at a spider

I'm gettin' bugs high

Bitch, I'm a swamp guy

I'll give you one shot

Bitch, take your best shot

I could really give a fuck about you people

Smokin' reefer like this shit don't make me evil

Meet the reaper while I'm burnin' down the steeple

Keep the beeper by the heater, that's illegal

Fuck what you thought

Fuck what you bought

Fuck what you drive

I'm fuckin' your mind

Scuffin' my kicks

I play for the Knicks

Cuts in my wrist

'Cause I know that nobody can fuck with this shit

I feel so alone, look at the clones

If your body is dope but your mind in the gutter then don't call my phone

I'm good on my own

Blowin' this dope out my throat what yo' bitch won't stop watchin' me fo?

I got your bitch moppin' the flow

I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, hoe

I heard you be dancin', hoe, don't make me wait, I won't answer, hoe

Don't got the answers, don't got the answers, don't got the answers, hoe

I am not fancy, I am not wealthy, bitch you can't talk 'bout my clothes

[Outro: Lil Peep]

Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why

Put your middle finger to the sky

Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why

Put your middle finger to the sky

Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why

Everybody wanna get high

Middle fingers up in the sky

Everybody wanna get high, middle fingers to the sky

Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why

Put your middle finger to the sky

Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why

Put your middle finger to the sky

Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why

Everybody wanna get high

Everybody wanna get high

Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why

• Artist:DEATH PLUS
• Album:Garden