Blissful Ignorance (feat. New Aaron)

Blunts in rotation My friends in rotation Garage where I'm faded We're yearning for greater That's blissful ignorance That's blissful ignorance Take me back to that enclosure Strike up that match like a bowler I'm raw, more raw than brown sugar No salt, but I still keep it kosher In pictures that I posed in With a big ole blunt that I'm holding Big ole blunt but I'm choking I just laugh at my clothing Back when we took the back road in Where the road ends Smoke some dope with my old friends Parents never condoned it, nada My calling unknown, that's a *67 Rabbit hole closing but I'm nowhere near the exit In the fountain of youth watching a plane plummet Into the side of a mountain, horrendous Transcend resilient, that, or wake up We're smoking on a late start then go and chase an A+ It makes sense, right? At least all my friends high In hallways, we dead eye deliver to ex ties Blunts in rotation My friends in rotation Garage where I'm faded We're yearning for greater That's blissful ignorance That's blissful I'm tryna go faster Can you imagine? We're almost soldiers Take me back to that enclosure Strike up that match like a bowler 'Cause we ain't had no lighter since the lighter burned out So we took that fuckin' match book and match good Right there on South street The one behind the pine tree Let me put my shoes on Don't smoke without me Light up that J, make it crackle Got J number two in my jacket Brought that to school That's facts bruh, no cap bruh Like Snapple My eyes kind of looking bloodshot from the blood clots So I stare down Peers showing up in MK and Moncler-ed out I'm embarrassed now "I'm running low on bud" is all the R.A.M and I had overheard So we packed up the pack and sent a snap Then headed over her's Oh, outstanding She's stagging and say's she won't confirm Me and Rammy smoke and rap We snap like after spoken word Call that "on a roll", not very scholarly Was blowing Whole Food produce They're smoking Dollar Tree We cycled through homies hoping someone would stick But something's caught up in the spokes That's why the gears never shift Blunts in rotation My friends in rotation Garage where I'm faded We're yearning for greater That's blissful ignorance That's blissful ignorance Take me back to that enclosure Strike up that match like a bowler I'm raw, more raw than brown sugar No salt, but I still keep it kosher Kosher Kosher, take me back to that enclosure