(Eayzie)
I start my day at six thirty in the A.M, Get outta bed, gotta clear my head, there's no better way, than a wake n bake, to celebrate, being awake, cause me and Mary j, go back a long way, like middle school hallways, i always, had some weed on me, like always, cause i was, smokin buds, in my moms chevrolet lumina, making runs to the hood, smoked that up on the way back, double back if its good, blowin trees like its crack from the woodz, to this day I stay misunderstood, what I mean is, I look forward to my bowl of weedies, early in the morning, I can't wait, not another mother fuckin second no way, I set my alarm like I got a hot date, it helps me out my, hypnopompic state, look it up

(Drawer)
im smokin
im tokin
im holdin
im blowin
im stoned and
its morning
in michigan
if you were't listenin
im smokin
you know this
my bowl is
packed swollen
its morning
and im sittin in
my kitchen and,
im in michigan
and im finishin this weed up
while im listenin to B'd up (Bun'd Up),
my wrist don't bling, as i read up,
on the interest rates on my Visa,
i hit the dank, i love cheeba
my grass is grazed with a clean cut
my truck is base, no features
thats why i add the bass, with new speakers
let off the break, back out the driveway, its a beautiful day, praise jesus,
for the wake n bake, fuck a McCafe, all i need is to blaze, its genius
im floatin away, i dont care if im late today, cuz i motherfuckin need this,
so if you hope and pray they take my weed away, you can suck my motherfuckin penis.

(Eayzie)
I'm deeply in love with, my morning buzz, I can't get enough, it's gives me a hug, when I wake up, im gonna get real high, it's really no surprise, I'm gonna get baked up, look into my eyes, it's really no surprise, I see the sun rise, when I get high for the first time, of the day, u could say, it was yesterday, when I started blazin this J

(Drawer)
you can tell that im high
you can tell by my eyes
you can tell by my blunt
smoke up to the sky
why would i lie?
every morning my eyes,
are reporting my mind state,
i make corny white rhymes,
my formerly white eyes,
are morphing red lines,
this morning im baked,
every morning delivering the pape-r
stuff it with mary, incinerate her.

(Eayzie)
Do me a favor, pass it my way
Taste the flavor, it feels like Sunday, but it's only Tuesday, I hate that feeling, how long have I been smoking, I might hit work late

(Drawer)
damn its too early, thats why i need my sheerly, sherlock holms style smokin on my bowl, drivin down the road, passin the macomb school bus, only if u knew what weed meant to us

(Eayzie)
Making runs to the hood, smokin on the way back, double back if its good, blazin tree like its crack from the woods

(Drawer)
roll it up in that back of the woods, motherfuckers know i smoke on that sack of that good, smokin, drivin down back to the hood, so they know white folk wont pull a badge in the hood. we're smokin on the last of the good. blow a big fat sack and im good, im never good.

(Eayzie, Drawer Freestyle Outro)