Foggy Afternoon

Chopping down the block and I'm banging screws
I'm in the city where they drop the top and holler, "What it do?"
So tell me if you're ready, tell me if you're ready
Ready for another foggy afternoon

"Don't panic, it's organic" is a slogan, friends
Smoking on these joints, big ass and bowling pants
Holding hands 'bout to take a puff and hold it in
Old friends asking me what time the show begins
I don't know 'cause I'm higher than a meteor
I don't fuck with suckers, I don't fuck with greedy hoes

Got some genetics from the FedEx, now I'm popping seas
The kinda flavors that I savor when I'm serving trees
It's getting foggy if you smoke with me, you might go zombie
We smoke that real shit, man, that heavy shit, that chee chung chongey
That cookie dough, that shit that ain't for rookies though (ooh)
That's a joint up in my mouth, that ain't no tootsie roll (yee)

Chopping down the block and I'm banging screws
I'm in the city where they drop the top and holler, "What it do?"
So tell me if you're ready (I'm ready), tell me if you're ready (I'm ready)
Ready for another (what it do?) foggy afternoon (say it, man)

I could roll it up, one-handed, blindfolded
Big smoker, getting fully loaded
Curl leaves with the cone tip poking
It's a foggy afternoon, everything is slow motion

I'm just coasting on a mid-day high
You gon' need at least a QP to match my vibe
I'm 'bout to roll another ball bat a lemon mint (mint)
Debby real rock star was heaven-sent (heaven-sent)

I got pre roll pot hole, we going back to back
I just left foggys and copped the astronaut pack
Grab a handful, sit back and enjoy
Another foggy afternoon, my boy (my boy)

Chopping down the block and I'm banging screws
I'm in the city where they drop the top and holler, "What it do?"
So tell me if you're ready, tell me if you're ready
Ready for another foggy afternoon

So tell me if you're ready, so tell me if you're ready
Ready for another foggy afternoon