Can I Flick your Bic? Lyrics

Yeah imma roll this blunt up like bazooka blunt, an then I'm gonna flick this bic yeah

I'm gonna be fly high in the sky, like these fighter jets from the army

Everybody calls me chief, cause I over power every spot

Yeah, I won't be caught sleepin', I plant what I receive

Yeah, my cart is close to empty, and I can't face life without the MaryJane

My cars in park, and I just quiver and shake

A spark from ya bic, will get me feeling just right

As my eyes become cloudy, I tug on this pack and roll some more

My engine roars loudly, jus like the thoughts in my head

So now I feel more than an object, and I deserve some shelter

Wipein' My nose after a sneeze, from this frigid weather

Decisive with my thoughts, I really need to find my way out

Smokin on this Dinkie dow, Fasinated by the feel of this flower, and it feels like the Boston tea party

My cars in park, and I just quiver and shake

A spark from ya bic, will get me feeling just right

As my eyes become cloudy, I tug on this pack and roll some more

My engine roars loudly, jus like the thoughts in my head

Stingy with my weed, two for one is how I see things

But don't you worry, I will still flick your bic, 'cause I never bring my own to the party

And now I feel like a player on a battlefield

And everything is handed to me

Adjoining this weed wit this paper, that's all I need

My cars in park, and I just quiver and shake

A spark from ya bic, will get me feeling just right

As my eyes become cloudy, I tug on this pack and roll some more

My engine roars loudly, jus like the thoughts in my head

As I wave to this stupendous, life

I suspend myself with this jagid rope!

Yeah, it's about to happen!

But before I drop I hear a knock

My loved ones boiling with emotions

Hushed and comforted, the sound of sobs thundering thru the hall

So now I gotta answer my calling,and my afterthought puts me in a pickle

Yeah, that's black an white, yeah, that's how I see