take a glimpse into the good life fast cars loud pipes potent weed with no seeds burning at the red light limo tint on the whip i m out my mind and out of sight cruising down the strip burning dro sticks like dynamite i m so high touching the sky i might fly tonight kush bags already packed i m ready for a flight once i leave ain t no turning back to the sober life pass my bitch the gar and the trees cause she rolled it nice she pulled it tight inhale exhale what is smoking like she said it reminded neon lights and purple kites velvet ropes champagne bracelets and yellow ice she pass me the blunt i hit it once then hit it twice now i m in the state of sedation and i m feeling right stopped at the store for another gar and a can of sprite on my way up the diver ain t afraid of heights i rolled up in a parking lot i guess i did it out of spite 