| I’m blowing o’s of smoke when I’m toking dro
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| And I focus now where I hope to go
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| But the lines on the page started waving
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| I’m tryna' make sense of the words that your saying
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| Procreating let’s dance with the devil huh
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| No debating I’m still tryna' level up
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| To the point where I don’t turn back, uh
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| White lines 'till the dome turns backwards
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| You see me gone I’m thinking the nights got me
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| Empty out the bong and fill it with debauchery
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| My people watching me
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| That’s how it’s got to be
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| Making it slap when I drop the beat
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| Up on the same grind
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| Loose with it takes time
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| Got my swagger all black like a hate crime
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| Making my stacks on deck and I ain’t lying
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| I’m tryna' party all night till the daytime
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| City lights
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| Don’t be scared to try something different
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| Feels right
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| I can tell it’s just what you’re missing
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| Tell me where you wanna go
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| If it’s here then let me know
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| I can see you in the city lights
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| Swerve-tastic light the piece pass it
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| Nights complete after pipes defeat blasting
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| The good ol' hits
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| Molly dips and other stuff
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| I swear living this life is like another drug
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| And I’m living tonight
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| Cause I’m getting it hype
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| And I’m fit to break it down if the rhythm is right
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| Like I’m picking a fight
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| While I’m sipping the mikes hard lemon
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| Boulevard I’m switching lanes
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| Whip it hard, drippin' paint
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| Hit the yard getting blazed
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| Fly girls in my world they get to stay
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| Tryna' forget every little thing I did today
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| Cruise while I’m getting high
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| Loose with it, fit to drive
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| Fresh when I step in the 2'2
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| You and I are so smitten
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| Habit for the fixing
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| Thieves in the night got me ripe for the picking
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| City lights
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| Don’t be scared to try something different
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| Feels right
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| I can tell it’s just what you’re missing
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| Tell me where you wanna go
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| If it’s here then let me know
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| I can see you in the city lights |