my alarm is roarin but i ain t trynna start my morning yet i refuse to awaken so i press snooze then i move back under the blanket i smoke a bundle of buds and it gives me such a wonderful buzz yo it s the summer of love ready to roll like the thunder above channel surfin with terminal k nothin on so we twirl up a j and get high just fartin around yo it s really hard to come down when you re so far from the ground wow i stand weary on the corner buy a cranberry arizona and then i hop on the train thank the bloodsuckers i ain t got a drop in my veins uh yeah i walk to the l stop and take the red line toward halsted and belmont north side to the south and back i travel around the map flag down a cab and let s go term got a vega rolled yo me and the dutchie we keep it flavorful i get up at dawn take it slow lay in bed and listen to talk radio every day i rise with a migraine mild aches and fried from the high beams every day fill my eyes up with visine but yo i don t pay no mind to my hygiene every day i try to muffle the feedback it s me ac and a nugget of green crack stuck like i jumped in a bucket of tree sap i doze off and succumb to a weed nap i hit up dorthy s liquors a stoned forty swigger in his drawers and slippers you can find me panhandling this magnanimous brat makes wax candles drip  i rock forth and back to the beat and pack weed with the track on repeat you know scribblin down syllables with similar sounds to spit to the crowd it goes they tell me i don t like your tone or the way you tightly hold the microphone i write a poem just to see it shine and glow like a diamond stone when a lady ll pass i ll wonder what her name is thinkin maybe i ll ask her but nah i fall in love multiple times copious dimes roll their eyes when i m moseying by bass head with the treble maxed safe sex with my sweaty hand hot as a stove top or a bengal match yo i smoke pot and call the kettle black i go to bed and can t sleep right away so i just lay there and think like thinkin bout tomorrow thinkin bout departin to the streets of monte carlo or thinkin bout the days of poppin wheelies on my haro then retreatin to the park to roll some weed in a cigar yo i m a simple man i find something that works and stick with that like come up with a verse and hit the sack i m stuck in my ways with a nuance of crazy but there s a few things i gotta do on the daily eat shit sleep spit heat sip tequila twist the weed up kill a beat kick my feet up it s a procedure a pad and a program nomad tryna get back to the homeland people tell me that i need to act like a grown man hey it s ending but let me just say nothing changes so nothing ever gets in the way nah no different levels to play it s the same game every day 1