La Pálida (feat. Elijah King y El Pinche Mara)

Smoking on a blunt, Bob Marley
All of my buddies have the goods, yeah
Hotboxing in a Chevy Impala
Rolling up the finest Cali kush
But then you got high, yeah

You got high
Yeah, you got high on the good stuff
Oh, that Malibu stuff
High, yeah
You got high
Tell your girl if she's smoking with us
Chill out
Oh no no no

Mexicans, stoners, just like that
My reptilian brothers
We connect
From Merida, Jalisco, and Los Cabos
The cops can't find the stash

Diamonds in the car engine
When a girl grabs an eighth
I calmly see her coming smoking
My people are already tripping
I possibly think I was right

And like ten minutes later she was freaking out
And she passed out from smoking too much of the weed I brought
(I had told her before)
I thought she was going to stop at a safe house
(You scared me)
I told her before we burn, look at what

You're smoking
I had told you
Damn girl
She says she wants to walk
Because she feels like she's flying
The other day I was smoking weed in my room

With a friend from high school years ago
I asked her if she wanted to smoke, she said yes
And it didn't take 2 seconds to pull out
The weed, babe come here, smell how good it is
This weed is the best

In the city, believe me
I'm sure it hits you hard
That's why a little
She told me, pass it
A big one, don't be crazy
Here we do what the lady says
I finished rolling and gave her the marijuana

She lit it up
Took a hit, savored it, another hit, didn't pass it, another hit!
She hit the floor, turned pale
This girl gave me a good scare
She woke up half an hour later and ate everything in the fridge
I confess that night just freaked me out
This is the best weed, she was warned at the beginning