Stay-at-home fad - Whole Wheat Blunts lyrics

[Verse 1: Jann Dough] Bud Capital, vicecrux Triscuit dipping while these words are slipping Yeah I'm high and living so everything is chillin' Damn I'm not top-billing But I'm catching the feeling that it's coming soon like in the movies dude f** the camera crew, they can't capture this picture Don't be drinking my mixture, you can't handle elixir Taking shots like a pistol, smoking doobs like a missle Artillery baby, come and try and get crazy Playing songs from the 80s but no crack no Haiti Oops, I meant c**aine, sh** don't complain Cause you not in my lane, you don't think the same as I do I'm most dope in the high school Head banging I'm liable I'm with a group don't try it, bull Like I said, head banging, I'm liable [Verse 2: Themba Ntaka] Make fun of my method, drive his back with a lexicon then jump the Rubicon Make fun of my method, and let grades not fall upon a newborn Courage manifested tenfold to meet a quota Static character who is surely fixed on being keen, and never inching over cause love is a Casanova Rosemary in the blender, change colors Get out of my head, ha Jawns on me, nah Jann what's a wind god Connect self-control to a made pretense of [Outro] Smoke hits from the bong Smoke whole wheat blunts