“I see you two, three times a week. Ain't got no money in my jeans. So help me out, I need to breathe. Help me out, I need to breathe. Take a ride inside your whip, I pass the aux, you pass the spliff. We can escape into the bliss.”— Carlie Hanson, open.spotify.com
“Haha, Yo you see they probably wonder why I don't smile Cuz this cats need to get there own style Hold the phone dial I go miles, when I'm sprinting on the beat You get lifted of yo feet When yo spliffin up my trees Quit givin me a speech I really tryna hear this See with these lyrics I'm tryna run…”— Mac Miller, azlyrics.com