| First question I ask before all my sessions
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| Bowl, bub or bong with some hemp wick
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| What do you wanna smoke
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| Something with 30 percolators maybe more
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| Get Asher on phone, it’ll be not too long
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| I’m getting high on Highgate, after school Friday
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| Someone is gonna get hit by the Vertigo
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| Laughing so hard I’m sideways
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| Shits mediocre, coke iced up, so I slide on down to loker
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| I don’t know, what to do with my life besides get high
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| And make music, on top of the world Carter
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| No I’m playin thatll never be me, I’m getting' a sack
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| Breakin it up and rollin an L of some potentcy
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| Come and get high with me and my friends
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| Came in to get a new high, rubbin my eyes, light and my mind comes untied
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| Numb and I’ll live with the promising sign
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| Packin some of the kush in the bong, illadelph beaker bottom
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| Blood shot never get caught, pumpin up full throttle, double or nothin for
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| models
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| Shouts to side sex and stressing on nothin, thanking my mother from bringin me
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| up to something,
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| songs about weed seem to be overseen, by the scene but please listen to these
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| Come and get high with me and my friends
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| And I be sippin' on
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| Rippin' bowls
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| Tippin' hoes over
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| Zipper closed
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| Finger froze
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| Whoa bitch hold up!
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| Propellers, spin, in air when I lit the decimal at 3 in the mornin
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| I look at the clock I’m zonin' come and get high |