Pick up the pack, pick it apart

Pick up the pack, pick it apart

OH he's a smoker, he's a stoner, he's a lazy boy

Then please explain how I don't recline

No, Imma blow a hole in the hull, sync my crazy voice with the beat

And seize the day with an open mind

I just lit the joint I rolled, through last week you didn't notice

Keep it modest when I'm floating by

Been on the ocean for years, with the sure I don't bother

Out in open waters, last fish nearly broke the line

Reeled it in and ate for weeks

We made three beats and killed 'em, you'd think this was an open mic

No joke we just smoked then wrote and opened up this secret door, maybe we find Coraline

Pick up the pack, pick it apart

Pick up the pack, pick it apart

Pick up the pack pick it apart

Lit from the start, no limit on ours

Pick up the pack pick it apart push

Start in my car in the park after dark

Pack up the joint clicking the

Wearing it out l am I high or in love

Speak from the heart you making shit up

Each line is a farce faking your funds

Fuckin it up with my heart and my lungs

Drive from the start you align with the rush

Rat in the race you pace in your place

Meant, so cold walking home from the day shift

Oh me all alone you know me and you hate it

Zoned out pour in my own till debated

Joey grown his own pilot, lit right

Out the pouch and you stay silent

Belittle our start, you a bitch in the heart

Good in the sack you okay with that?