Trees

Lyrics

[Chorus: Slug, Murs & both] Pleased to meet you, I'm high as hell R2D2, I'm fly myself And I ain't even gotta tell you But I might as well I've got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell [Verse 1: Slug & Murs] My Netflix password is Murs4Prez I keep a Scrooge McDuck to disperse my Pez I'm kinda nervous you're the feds 'cause you dress like a narc All you try to do is play catch with my heart Murs, am I right Ayo, quiet on the set She already in love, but she don't know it yet You're playing with fire, hope you don't get burned That shit's no concern, let's grow this perm I keep my focus like I'm home alone choking the worm And you can hit my mobile phone if there's nowhere to turn It goes 'round and 'round, I gained a few pounds But I lost a few friends Who didn't want to stay down What up though, Sluggo? Yo what up, Murs? Back before we used to catch blurbs and herb Back before the [?] I was the perp with the herb Around the same time Salt first said "Yo, Herb" I was a little asshole that talked a whole lotta shit I was skating mine no one thought I was legit In the city of Lynwood, becoming a man Dancing to the dream team at a park called hand [?] I wanted a Jheri curl, my mom said "No!" I was four foot three with the busted 'fro I used to bust the flow, I was the loudest though I needed crowd control so I could crush the show Like the Fat Boys tape that I copped out at Long Beach On the bus ride home, guess I sat in the wrong seat Got punched in the face, they said they wanted my tape I had a gun at my waist, but yo hold up wait It goes cold crush, gold rush, pocket full of no fucks Felt 4 Still in tour Your momma be like, "So what?" Doughnuts with Aes Rock,Ice-T hates cops Six in the morning, word to Jensen on KROQ Stop trying to name drop, catch a raindrop Jogging with a walkman, listening to K-Pop She make party with the bomb ass food I came through, punks move with the arm tattoo Van glorious, black watch on my wrist If you don't know the time, I'mma tell you with my fist Power to the people Sour to the diesel And I don't even smoke that flower, but I need to [Chorus: Slug, Murs & both] Pleased to meet you, I'm high as hell R2D2, I'm fly myself And I ain't even gotta tell you But I might as well I've got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell