You know I try to travel light when I be taking these trips
I smoke that L.A. gas and hope I don’t forget I exist
I had my homie in from London say I’m taking the piss
I told him take one more hit, and now he passed out on the couch
Ooh this that shit that had my guy K. Dot foaming at the mouth
And shit if that’s just off the eighth I don’t want none of the ounce
And ooh, I’m just looking for bliss
So baby
[Chorus]
Can we smoke some mid?
Mid
Mid can we?
Mid can we? Ooh
Can we smoke some mid?
Mid
Mid
Mid can we?
Mid can we? Ooh
[Verse 2]
If I hit it will I leave my body?
Will I have dreams or nada?
Stick with me thru morning?
I got things to do my baby, gotta be somebody
Yeah I chief for peace of mind and this is opposite
Lemme hit all that 60’s shit in bigger quantities
I ain’t touching no $60 eighth in this economy
We’ll blow that reggie in the summer breeze
Baby come with me
[Chorus]
Can we smoke some mid?
(I don’t wanna feel, feel, feel, feel, feel at all)
Mid
Mid can we?
Mid can we? Ooh
Can we smoke some mid?
(I don’t wanna feel, feel, feel, feel, feel at all)
Mid
Mid
Mid can we?
Mid can we? Ooh
[Outro]
(I don’t wanna feel, feel, feel, feel, feel at all)
(I don’t wanna feel, feel, feel, feel, feel at all)