Empty Run Lyrics

Rainy days inside

When the sunshine bow down

Make a warm drink lay around

Mound on the couch, yeah

Grab a bag of bud, can this man find bliss

Does the perfect plant exist

Yes and fans all call 'em Cannabis

I think by now it'd be pretty clear

I mean reefer in the title

Near and dear to me, mostly I get a tidal

Wave of emotional fits

So I toast with each dope rip

Seems Steve French getting sociable

Hope insists

Down the land ya

Motionless, hope for this

Stop the endless cycle, it's survival

Not a hit and miss

Look at which name lies on ya title

Hella risk, but with high risk

Can come a high reward

Higher Standards livin' with

A black pen as my sword

I'mma pack up, pack up

Then my thoughts oughta

Backup, backup

Lungs start to hack up, what

Was left behind from the last cut

Inna max rut find

Cut grass, flip, have a blast

Fast as that storm pass us

But I cut too much, slipped up

And musta snipped the bottom of my bag cause

Now it's, empty

Gotta re-up

Leave nothin to chance

Circumstance breed choices

Or is it the other way around

Can sound be a chalice for my voices

Noise be direction when

I'm stumbling around the Further

Not to mention my attention

Bound by a state of fervor

Passion all around when I roll that sticky icky

Oooh weeee

Packed inna grinder want it finer

Get a tricky bricky stuck in one piece

Break buds, not to dust, gotta leave a bitta fluff

Had enough tough love trees breathe leaves

When I roll em up

Gotta have that magic touch

Light hand when the Bic erupts

Nice gram, double puffs

Give it to the left hand side kinda vibe

When I twist, getcha guts crunched

Doubled over, no sober

Stoner life got me thanking twice

Not for the lack of memory

But the centerpiece fertilize

Help ya mind grow, help the time slow down

Letcha know what I found so

When the bone back around

Hear the loud sound of the cloud come to town

I'll hack and cough, backin off

Pass baton, the class is on

This song is half pun

And half for when your

Bag empty and the joint runs