| I hate waking up with the frost on my windshield, it belongs on my bud ha
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| Hate seein my breath when I’m sitting here, know the snow will never budge
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| Late nights cold and flakes stuck on my shoulder, depressing but I guess I’ll
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| stay warm
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| My feet on the incredible heat machine, reefer steam
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| The next step needs to be the song
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| Underground but high right now
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| Break your spine tryna get down
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| Bare light bulb 120 volts in this corner
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| The musics at fault the flows dried up
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| Lookin for inspiration for writing
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| But the pencil seems to have more thoughts than I do
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| False criminal gossip
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| Hydroplane across the snow and the rain to get original products
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| One head light out the other is flawless, I promise
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| I know it’s small but the work was honest
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| We’ll take the ride up, If you’re feeling the sound
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| Anyone besides us, yeah just turn that shit down
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| Fresh aer for your lungs
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| Yeah, and we just wanna have a good time
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| I’m kushed up, I’ma finna shut it down
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| Everywhere my team go you know they come around
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| Good love feline' like I’m in my home town
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| Fresh Aer for the soul
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| Night feels young
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| Drinks still cold
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| Playin' beer pong while these bitches get low
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| Party all night till the sun get old girl
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| And them lames gunna hate
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| But we liven' it up so fuck what they say
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| Mind so gone I’m just floatin' in outer space
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| Drink in my hand we just rocking' to the bass girl
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| And I got winners all around me
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| Shootout to the High Life and them good trees
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| Got a couple bad bitches common' home with me
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| I’m on me G shit Aer tell um what it means |