Verse 1
Mary, Mary, Mary, can’t figure out how to say this
Ima fuck ya body up to the point where you use your brain less
Follow the uh, maintenance man, smell the aroma in the former room that breaks ya dance
Pick yo pastries fam, you want that cake of the lamb, sprinkles some grapes of jam to fit the
shape of the pan
I think I’m tripping, I been on that bud that make me look drunk without me sipping
With my back hurt face to the front, make sure I’m lifted
I got threes for the pink thing that make you take trips sane
That shit will make your eyes drop in a sentence to cliff hang
Now it’s the day, I came through stuntin, it led me to dip waves yea I feel like I’m something
But i dont give a fuck what the sensai , kicking licking this thick jay
Roll it up on that template, if it’s too hot for trimming
I think I need this sensei girl, who is swimming in my ocean
But I’m too high for fly two skies you think I’m coasting, get it
Act no way, acting to jump when you get stuffed in the path of your ways
Bappy the blunt is highly stuffed with actual haze
And she got scruffed cuz lungs puff too much for their sake
I need me a break, I need me more chill, I should lay off that grape wood and better my
mills
Probably the problem with packing blunts is facing them stale
And the fact that my boys pass it as wet as whale
I need a fucking Break
Break it up Break it up Break it up
Yo I need a fucking break
Break it up break it up break it up
Ayo i need to fucking break it up
These are the breaks , break it up
Like that
I need a fucking break
Break it up break it up break it up