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Berner

Cure

Cure

(album: From Seed To Sale - 2022)

This a quarter-ounce J type of day
Water rising in my pine, Bernie 'hind the itchy balm from Dubs
We mixing hash with the buzzing
Riding slow, I'm paranoid with all this cash in my truck
Watch [?] when you passing 'em up
In the night club, smoking, flicking ash in my cup
I need some Z or something new, I'm snobby with the tree
And the wine fridge full of terps, forty-two degrees
We popping overseas, carry-on full of C's
Get harassed when we leave, they running through my thangs
I've been everywhere and back, always bring my own stash
Pay the hotels fees in advance
I'm smoking out the van, the driver wants a nug for himself
Used to try and chase the bag and now I'm focused on my health
They getting taxed just to put it on the shelf
They might need a better line, they begging for my help
Pull this glass out and heat up the nail
I like 'em low, two pounds, I'm rolling vibes by the roll
I'm shooting dice, I'm on a roll
I just hit three times in a row

We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the stems snap
A million bags sold, not a single one sent back
Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack
I promise they ain't smoking like this
We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the stems snap
A million bags sold, not a single one sent back
Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack
I promise they ain't smoking like this

My eyes heavy as I take another cold-start
The lakehouse feeling like a scene out the Ozarks
Candy pack so dark, I can get an extra buck
It's hard to let the mind chill when you really level up
They fly from everywhere just to come and smoke one
Trips to LA, I'ma need to hold one
We burning 'til we can't think, I bet I don't fall asleep
I came up here to shop and I'ma want 'em cheap
Indiana Bubblegum with the real cat piss
Roll another one, I feel like I'm numb
Twenty years later and still, I'm the one
Watch my full-term Garm just chill in the sun
I don't want it if it ain't dried right with the cure light
I told 'em, "This is my time," but they ain't hear right
Only new-new in my lungs, that shit taste like a plum
Hit it soft, I don't want it to brown

We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the stems snap
A million bags sold, not a single one sent back
Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack
I promise they ain't smoking like this
We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the stems snap
A million bags sold, not a single one sent back
Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack
I promise they ain't smoking like this

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