burn before writing

[Big E]

windows down, god i feel fantastic
get blasted, blunts packed with hashish
gasping for air, we act like asmatics
choke on the jokes, and toke on my back taxes
in fact actually, i never brad pitt shit
burn before writing, so i cough when i spit
blonde hair, blue eyes, damn i love a dutch
strawberry or honey, it dont matter too much
i got that country boy swag
dubsacks of purple shit, call em country boy bags
some memories made
lazy runaways, blowing j's at summerstage
buds in glass pieces, a dime of sour dies
split the dutch that i loved, to put my mind at ease
i hit that rhode island beach
mary jane in my mind and the sand in my feet

[Big E]

oh shit, another smoker song
if you with us toke a bong, every day you know its on
flick flick spark
wed be lucky to fit that fluffy shit in the jar
hay ride, high ride, all you need is summer time
lets give it another try, do or die, multiply
lets determine what this is divisible by
so i can envision what im gettin when i pick up supply
but thats what i used to do
nowadays when they ask i say its personal use, feel me?
lets go for a drive
blonde hair - green what? - red eyes; rastafari