Playboi Carti — Carolina Blue

[Verse] No ventilation, hoes stimulating on this novacane I'm making Still searching for the one We in the Matrix Words from the sea [?] Never gave a fuck about the preacher Muscle arms, muscle arms cooking up with baking soda God never let my enemies, mixed between insanity and Hova Turning clouds into castles and pan slow cameras roll These bitches listen to us like we got mind control Overdose my high nigga, I'm flying By the jets shout out the sky nigga, I'm dying I take a pound and break it down into a baby bud Roll up a spliff, then I light it up, now take a puff It takes concentration when I'm blazing on this elevation Now treat your hate with my herbal medication Yeah nigga, true statement [Outro: Sample from Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story] You smoking reefers? Yeah, of course we are, can't you smell it? No, Sam, I can't Come on, Dewey! Join the party! No, Dewey! You don't want this Get out of here! You know what? I don't want no hangover I can't get no hangover It doesn't give you a hangover Well, I get addicted to it or something? It's not habit-forming I don't wanna overdose on it You can't OD on it It's not gonna make me wanna have sex, is it? It makes sex even better Sounds kinda expensive It's the cheapest drug there is