Angel - Tokin' Grade [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Parallel
Angel
Well I know
Yeah, see
Well okay
Chuckie
I got you
Let's get high

[Verse 1]
I think I got the suttin'
The big man suttin'
Hell yeah, the high even when I'm crushin'
Smell it, Bangin'
Mixin' up the blem and blooper slippin'
And every other shotter, they stay gassin'
Dead-weight packin', phone-line bangin'
For the record I ain't baggin'
Na uh

I blame it on the
Ras' from West Morland town
Hella mersh with a grade like wow
Head start hurt me
Youngers on the lemon, fucking up their melon
Turn felon...hype
Niggas don't get me wrong
I take tree bun to another hype then I'm gone
See they be fuckin' wit' some cross-breeds maybe
Pop was a Ras' so I'm
Certified born Ganja baby, Now I'm surfin'
Buddha marinatin' my brain, pass it over to my main
Cause I can't let the high go to waste
Can you taste?
Can you taste it?

[Hook]
Tokin' grade
Baby, baby
Tokin' grade
Baby I wanna (toke some grade)
Bun the ting cherry look like the sun
Before I'm done I'm billin' up another one
Til' I'm numb
Til' I'm numb
Numb
Numb
Numb
Numb

[Verse 2]
Calls from the Mrs, pacin' to the kitchen
High grade for breakfast...yikes
Table full of berries, we ain't sayin' nuttin'
Little red light on, smokey
I'm feelin' like
Marley
I'm on some legendary shit
Been tryna keep it wavey wit' my eyes wide shut
That's why I stay splashin'

Blame it on the
Ras' from West Morland town
Hella mersh with a grade like wow
You put me on a feel that I never had
Never had
Never had (ever)
And ever since I been tryna get her back
Pick it up and put it back
And now I'm suttin' like a camis on cannabis
But there's no drug around
Not like what I found in you, you
But I still can't feel my face, what am I smokin' anyway?
Cause I can't let the high go to waste
Can you taste?
Can you taste?

[Hook]
Tokin' grade
Baby, baby
Tokin' grade
Baby I wanna (I wanna)
Bun the ting cherry look like the sun
Before I'm done I'm billin' up another one
Til' I'm numb
Til' I'm numb
Numb
Numb
Numb
Numb