Outer Limit Shit

Purple Hazes

Yeah, these purple hazes going through mazes in my head girls got style as I'm doing poetry on pages/the girls got asses of the massive toss back to high buzzing women/the homie rolled the blunt lit it and put it in rotation of the circulation inhaling/this bomb shit and now you puff puff hush hush this is the stuff/with the sticky sticky icky this simple brown hickey/she said that she wanted to lick my junk in her bedroom/showed me moves I ain't never seen before I zoned out to another world as she rode it like a rocket/I went supersonic like she found me in between while it was so good/as the poet I dropped the 360 word verse and the purple hazes made me faster/As I came in the girl she came to my ear and said "Wet Dream."