Mason Jar

I've been on a wa-a-a-ave

Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card

And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave

Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar

Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave

I've been on a wa-a-a-ave

Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats

Now he's drummin' on a mason jar

Yeah, I line up that kitty cat

Pretty fat then I'm sniffin' that

Light a ciggy, some sticky

Then sip some whiskey to piggy back

The effects as they get to me

I've perfected the recipе

With some acid for microdosin, some excеllent ecstacy

Go on Banjo-Kazooie

I got some Tusy to boost me

I cop some ket' up in Canada with them Looney's and Tooneys

I'm in a room with some groupies and that cocaine on the plate

That I microwaved for twenty eight seconds and gave 'em a taste

I cut a gator for later, break up and rollin' the reefer

Stoned to the mean and eatin' pizza, playin' Ghost of Tsushima

The graphics so realistic I feel like I'm in Japan

On ketamine like a horse, them crystals are finer than sand

Just when I thought I was zooted, JP been raisin' the bar

Went from playin' guitar

Now he's fuckin' bangin' on jars

He's taken so many bong rips, it's blasted him higher

But honestly this beat is actually fire

I've been on a wa-a-a-ave

Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card

And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave

Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar

Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave

I've been on a wa-a-a-ave

Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats

Now he's drummin' on a mason jar

Sometimes Sick Boi gets so lazy

Smoking cabby, kush get wavy

Sometimes labels act so shady

That's my song, now fuck you, pay me

Huh-uh, never bite the hand that gives, motherfucker

I know cartoons like the [?] mother

Bulletproof bars, bullets bounce back sucka

Brrrraah, click-clack and recover

My brother, compadre, amigo

Pass me the spliff and I hit like a free throw

Last place kid gettin' high, watch your [?]

Scratch that itch in the belly when she deepthroat

Mmhmm, the Sick Boi so vulgar

Too old to mature when I'm older

Hold this spliff, let JP take over

I'm so cooked, I need to get sober

I never made a verse this high

Webby, man, I think I'm gonna die

You need to lie down with the lights out, time out

About to pass out on the couch

I'm not fuckin' about

'Cause I'm trippin' for Britain

The curtains are drippin'

The music, the music, the music is skippin'

Feel so sick, my stomach kickflippin'

One more hit my, fuck it, we're livin'

I've been on a wa-a-a-ave

Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card

And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave

Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar

Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave

I've been on a wa-a-a-ave

Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats

Now he's drummin' on a mason jar