[Hook]
When life makes you want to hide your face Let that smoke take you to a higher place Sometimes you need your mind erased Let that smoke take you to a higher place
Place, PlaceI'm kind of high by heart's time and pace Pace, Pace Let that smoke take you to a higher place
[Verse 1]
As a kid an anxious mess, never sleep, hate the stress Looking at my face, never found a place, it was fate I guess No shade or rest, no matter how hard I tried I failed their test Put a blade to chest, it was either that or make a fame a quest
But it came with stains, every anxious thought in my brain Multiplied by the pressure building up inside my veins In that kind of frame Try to hide the strain, You smile through the pain but to every eye it's plain
I was just living in a sick dream Late bloomer, never took hit until I was fifteen They said here's a bong, a lighter, take that smoke back Put my lips to the chamber, it's like I felt my throat crack I'll never smoke crack, ask around it's a known factI've never done a hard drug, I just need a dope sack Sick of constant hate, my bud and concentrate Taking me to that place where I can function and operate
[Hook]
When life makes you want to hide your face Let that smoke take you to a higher place Sometimes you just need your mind erased Let that smoke take you to a higher place
Place, PlaceI'm kind of high by heart's rhyme and pace Pace, Pace Let that smoke take you to a higher place
[Verse 2]
Never fit, try to find a circle but I could never sitAnd I admit, kids took me advantage of me for their benefit And I was kind, I was giving, no matter what my part achieve But my spine it was bitten, what I get with my heart is on my sleeve
But I listened to my soul, never listened to the trolls Learn to focus on my wishes, turn them into missions and to goals Confidence is now a fire from the coals And if I get to feeling down, I only get higher from the bowls
I use Mary Jane as a medicine To fix that stressed depressed mental state that my head is in Life throwing sticks and the stones and like the trees hit me Have a bad day, hit the weeds and it does a three sixty
My bong is like terror grade, weed song like a serenade Bad thoughts in barricade, Soak my soul like a marinade I'd buy a joint before I'd ever buy a case Because weed is the key for me to get to my higher place
[Hook]
When life makes you want to hide your face Let that smoke take you to a higher place Sometimes you just need your mind erased Let that smoke take you to a higher place
Place, PlaceI'm kind of high by heart's time and pace Pace, Pace Let that smoke take you to a higher place
