| So I smoke all this dope
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| Then I stare down at my phone
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| Know what’s up, not low
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| I’m just feeling so alone
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| I’m so lonely
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| I just want someone who won’t just switch up on me
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| But I know that I won’t find a friend
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| I’m not expecting nothing
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| Smokin' so much to the point I can’t think
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| Stressin' my mind, double G’s on my waist
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| Workin' so much, give a fuck what you think
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| Smokin' a blunt, take it right to the brain
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| Man, my whole life I’ve been feelin' insane
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| Rolling a blunt, smoke this shit in the rain
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| Clearin' my mind with a blunt to my face
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| Mixin' that rum, now it got a good taste
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| I be rollin' Backwoods, stuff that shit up with some purple weed
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| I be counting money in some Polo
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| But I’m feelin' lonely
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| Lonely, lonely
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| I’m feeling lonely
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| Lonely
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| Lonely
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| Lonely
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| So I sit, and I’m thinkin'
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| And I might just smoke a spliff
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| Staying up 'til 3 am
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| Mayne, this ain’t no way to live
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| I just want to find a friend
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| But I ain’t got much to give
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| Mixin' up this fuckin' Henny
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| 'Cause I like the way it taste
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| Catch me cruisin' in this foreign
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| With these tears down my face
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| Yeuh, got this iPhone 7
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| Couple bands around my
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| But I ain’t happy man
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| I think that I’m going insane
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| So I smoke a few blunts
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| Then I sleep away the pain, yeah
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| Then I wake up and still no texts
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| I just smoke two Backwoods, steady thinkin' bout no texts
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| Then I wake up and there’s still no texts
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| I just smoke two Backwoods, steady thinkin' bout no texts
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| I be rollin' Backwoods, sstuff that shit up with some purple weed
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| I be counting money in some Polo
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| But I’m feelin' lonely
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| Lonely, lonely
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| I’m feeling lonely
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| Lonely
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| Lonely
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| Lonely
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| I be rollin' Backwoods, sstuff that shit up with some purple weed
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| I be counting money in some Polo
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| But I’m feelin' lonely
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| Lonely, lonely
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| I’m feeling lonely
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| Lonely
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| Lonely
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| Lonely |