Hotbox Heaven

[Chorus] Hotbox heaven, windows sealed tight Rollin’ down the boulevard lit up like a light Joints in rotation, seats full of smoke Car lookin’ haunted — but baby, that’s dope Bass knock heavy, got the rearview shakin’ Eyes so red, lookin’ like we fakin’ Four heads in the back, all laughin’ and coughin’ We ain’t goin’ nowhere — we just parked and locked in [Verse 1] Backseat floatin’, seatbelts missin’ Ash on the dash and the smoke too thick in This a two-door sauna with the moonroof shut Got a girl in my lap, and a Swisher gettin’ cut Strawberry diesel and that Tropicana wave Roll another up, yeah, we bakin’ like a rave Candy-paint gleamin’, speakers still screamin’ But the whole whip smell like the Garden of Eden Gas tank full, but we ain’t even movin’ Just sit here vibin’, the whole squad boomin’ Fog on the glass like it’s rainin’ inside It’s a contact high — welcome to the ride [Chorus] Hotbox heaven, windows sealed tight Rollin’ down the boulevard lit up like a light Joints in rotation, seats full of smoke Car lookin’ haunted — but baby, that’s dope Bass knock heavy, got the rearview shakin’ Eyes so red, lookin’ like we fakin’ Four heads in the back, all laughin’ and coughin’ We ain’t goin’ nowhere — we just parked and locked in [Verse 2] Clouds in the coupe, and the vibe stay deadly Rollin’ through fog thicker than my ex’s spaghetti Got a Ricky-type homie in the passenger seat Talkin’ nonsense, laughin’, still passin’ the keef He said “life’s about smokes, dope, and good buds” I said “facts, now pass the Dutch, my lungs need love” Girls in the back look like centerfold pages But everybody gigglin’ like we stuck in the Matrix Smoke got layers — blue dream haze Spark another up just to feel the next phase We ain’t worried ‘bout tomorrow, we just coastin’ This a drive-thru paradise, windows toastin’ [Bridge] Don’t crack the glass, don’t let it out We sittin’ in the clouds, this what it’s about Don’t need a map when you high like this Just a beat, some weed, and a passenger kiss [Final Chorus] Hotbox heaven, windows sealed tight Rollin’ down the boulevard lit up like a light Joints in rotation, seats full of smoke Car lookin’ haunted — but baby, that’s dope Bass knock heavy, got the rearview shakin’ Eyes so red, lookin’ like we fakin’ Four heads in the back, all laughin’ and coughin’ We ain’t goin’ nowhere — we just parked and locked in Hotbox heaven, this the stoner’s delight Smell hit your nose like a left and a right Smoke pourin’ out when we open the door And we still got three more blunts in store [Outro] “Let’s get two pepperoni pizzas, a six-pack, and ten more pre-rolls, boys.” Chadillac Rolls… keep the windows up. This that Ricky-certified ride. Welcome to Hotbox Heaven.