Hold It In (feat. Wax)

Hold it in, hold it in

'Til your lungs begin to burn

Hold it in, hold it in

While it melts away concern

Hit it 'til you choke, and your lungs fill up with the smoke

And then just when you're about to give in

Hold it in, hold it in

'Til that three gram dutch returns

It's Friday and you ain't got shit to do

I'm gonna get you high

You'll be catatonic off that blunts of ugly chronic

Fire hotter than the month of July

I got what you need

But it ain't up for sale

The price is always free

But don't you dare exhale

Hold it in, hold it in

'Til your lungs begin to burn

Hold it in, hold it in

While it melts away concern

Hit it 'til you choke, and your lungs fill up with the smoke

And then just when you're about to give in

Hold it in, hold it in (ay)

'Til that bowl for two returns

I used to smoke swag, it came in a bag

Now I've raised the bar, my shit comes in a jar

Speakin' of a jar, peep the door of my car

Now get inside and shut it, let's get high as that there star

In the sky, that's Orion's belt bucklin', hear myself chucklin'

The succulent roughage I'm puffin'

Couplin' the tantalizing taste and delectable smell

That compliments my oxygen especially well (hold it)

There's an air of arrogance that comes over me when I hit it

Like I understood some shit that'd make many say "I don't get it"

My lungs are sponges and I just let the smoke absorb in 'em

Unreasonably high's the definition of exorbitant

Google it (fo' real), herb is not a thing that I am frugal with

The shit that I get, now you on Jupiter after you get

Like two little hits in your system, twist 'em like crazy

Hold it like a baby, then pass it like the gravy

Hold it in, hold it in

'Til your lungs begin to burn

Hold it in, hold it in

While it melts away concern

Hit it 'til you choke, and your lungs fill up with the smoke

And then just when you're about to give in

Hold it in, hold it in

'Til that pre rolled jay returns

'Til your lungs begin to burn

Hold it in

'Til your lungs begin to burn