[Verse 1]
White T and a blunt, that’s my uniform for the day,
sitting on the porch like I own the whole block, no rent to pay,
Smoke curling lazy, thoughts moving slow like molasses in July,
got the world on pause, no stress, no drama, just me and the sky,
Bills? They can wait till tomorrow, or maybe next week, who really knows,
I’m too busy counting clouds and watching how the wind blows,
Ex texted “we need to talk,” I left her on read with a heart emoji,
she knows the vibe, I’m in chill mode, can’t ruin this zen with her tsunami,
Neighbors mowing lawns, kids laughing loud, everything feels right on cue,
I take another pull and smile, yeah this white T and blunt life’ll do.
[Pre-Chorus]
White T and a blunt…
Nothing can touch me.
I’m good.
[Chorus]
White T and a blunt, that’s the recipe for peace,
mind so quiet you could hear a heartbeat from the east,
no problems today, no worries in sight,
just cotton on my chest and smoke taking flight,
White T and a blunt, living life in slow motion,
floating through the hours like I drank the right potion,
I’m untouchable, unbreakable, perfectly fine,
white T and a blunt… this shit is divine.
[Verse 2]
Second blunt lit, white T still spotless, not a single stain,
but the smoke’s hitting different, making patterns in my brain,
The mailbox looks like it’s waving at me, probably just the breeze,
or maybe it’s saying “you got mail… and it’s probably more fees,”
I laugh it off, take another hit, tell the mailbox “not today,”
it stops waving, good, we’re cool, everything’s okay,
My shoes start talking about how far we’ve walked this year,
left one says “I’m tired,” right one says “quit being weird,”
I tell ’em both to shut up, we vibing, this is relaxation hour,
but the tree in the yard just whispered “you forgot to water me, coward.”
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Still good… right?
White T still clean.
Blunt still burning.
Ha.
[Chorus]
White T and a blunt, that’s the recipe for peace,
mind so quiet—wait why’s it talking to me?
no problems today, no worries in sight,
just cotton on my chest and—did the sky just bite?
White T and a blunt, living life in slow motion,
floating through the hours like I drank the right potion,
I’m untouchable… unbreakable… perfectly fine…
white T and a blunt… this shit is—wait, what’s that line?
[Verse 3]
Third blunt gone, white T got a mystery stain shaped like my regrets,
the porch is spinning now, or maybe it’s the planet that’s upset,
My goldfish from 2012 just swam out the clouds yelling “you never changed the water, you piece of shit!”,
I yell back “I was busy!” but the clouds start clapping like that’s a good bit,
The white T starts arguing with the blunt about who’s really in charge,
T says “I’m the canvas,” blunt says “nah I’m the spark, you’re just cotton and starch,”
Now the lawn gnomes are forming a union, demanding better wages and dental,
one of them flipped me off with a tiny middle finger, said “your vibes are mental,”
I’m laughing so hard I’m crying, or crying so hard I’m laughing, can’t tell which is real,
the streetlights just joined the conversation, calling me “king of the surreal,”
White T’s turning yellow, blunt’s talking philosophy about death and rebirth,
I’m sitting here arguing with clothing and smoke like it’s therapy on earth,
Ha—ha—ha—why is everything funny and terrifying at the same damn time?
I’m the baddest motherfucker losing his grip in a white T, one blunt at a time!
[Final Chorus]
White T and a blunt—BLUNT—BLUNT—BLUNT!!!
That’s the recipe for—PEACE—PEACE—WHAT?!
Mind so quiet it’s screaming my name,
no problems—PROBLEMS—PROBLEMS—everywhere playing the game,
White T and a blunt, living life in—SLOW—FAST—CHAOS MOTION!!!
Floating through the hours like I drank the wrong potion,
I’m untouchable—TOUCH ME—BREAKABLE—LOSING MY MIND!!!
White T and a blunt… this shit is—HAHA—FINE—FINE—FIIIIINE!!!