| Everyday the same shit
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| Same house, same smell
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| Everybody startin' rumors
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| Always be something to tell
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| Fuck this town, I’m feelin' stealth
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| Smokin' blunts ain’t good for health
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| I’m smokin' blunts until I’m fried
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| I’m smokin' 'til I reach the sky, yeah
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| Sippin' these cups then I fly off to Mars
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| Sippin' so much that I’m seeing these stars
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| Feelin' so turnt, yeah, I live for these nights
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| Poppin' these Xan’s, take a look in my eyes
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| Feelin' so numb and that Wood got me fried
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| Feelin' so lost and just so left behind
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| Askin' for help but these people decline
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| I’m dead and I’m reckless, but doin' just fine
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| Feelin' so clueless, I’m sippin' on wine
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| Sippin' this slow, yeah, just takin' my time
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| 'Haling this smoke, remincin' old times
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| Heart is so broke but I know I’ll be fine
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| Countin' this paper, just workin' on rhymes
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| Ain’t feelin' this shit so I work and just climb
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| Stackin' this paper, just workin' full time
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| Workin' so much, get this shit off my mind
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| Working so much, get the pay for the boof
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| I’m chillin' and smokin', still thinkin' 'bout you
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| Keep grindin' and workin', but what should I do?
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| Keep grindin' and workin', but what should I do?
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| Working so much, get the pay for the boof
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| I’m chillin' and smokin', still thinkin' 'bout you
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| Keep grindin' and workin', but what should I do?
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| Keep grindin' and workin', but what should I do?
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| Everyday the same shit
|
| Same house, same smell
|
| Everybody startin' rumors
|
| Always be something to tell
|
| Fuck this town, I’m feelin' stealth
|
| Smokin' blunts ain’t good for health
|
| I’m smokin' blunts until I’m fried
|
| I’m smokin' 'til I reach the sky, yeah
|
| Everyday the same shit
|
| Same house, same smell
|
| Everybody startin' rumors
|
| Always be something to tell
|
| Fuck this town, I’m feelin' stealth
|
| Smokin' blunts ain’t good for health
|
| I’m smokin' blunts until I’m fried
|
| I’m smokin' 'til I reach the sky, yeah |