Glaucoma

Im an Astronaut
Every time i pass the pot
Takin trips to outer space
An laugh a lot
Willy solus
Man im back in action
High stairin out the passenger window doin
130
Thats why shes dancin so dirty
Fein to the green and purple liqud no thirtys
I reman to spit wordy
Pot head 
Fuck up but a contradiction
I look nerdy

Like bucket on my head
Pack of swishers in my pocket
Like dvc thats the main topic
Since ive be young ive been blazed off this chronic
If im gona get high

(than this blunt is my rocket) x4

Never met a kid only 16
Spittin 16s
So krisp
Clean
Yeah u know the clique mean
Suburbian junk
Thats why all my herbs be smell like skunk

Raps are dummy
Smoke loud
Munchies tucked
Inside my tummy
Look it into my eyes
U lookin at a druggy
Damn theses bitches love me
Like they lovin sosa
Probably cause i hate bein soba

Kush is the aroma
Backwoods got me in a coma
Say i got glaucoma
My eyes are low
Fire red bucket on
While im smokin on dro
Posted up with me bros
Pull a lick gettin us stoned
Easy money thats the way i go
Smoke around me white as
Snow
Cash we blow
Out getting fadded
Right
Blunts are my rockets
But paper planes
Also got me takin flight

(Rockets,Rockets,Fadded off Chronic
, Im Fadded Off Chronic 
They know 
Im so High
Im so High)