Phillies Blunt Chocolate

Passin' by a traffic light
Smokin' blunt 'n' feelin' fine
I'm just leanin' in the backseat
And this puff is kind of divine

Past the night time
Now I'm for a new tide
I still have a Phillies
Which leads me along the life line

Body wrapped in a smoke
Got some anna, blow da junt
Chicken bone, now it's on
The shards drowned out fuckin' mind

Night city in lights
Runnin' thru' criminal district
We have fuckin' guns
It looks like there will be distress