| As I inhale in this smoke, it’s so potent I’m chokin'
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| I’m chill but at jail, I realize that I’m open
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| My actions are slowin', my eyes become slanted
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| I’m laughin' but growin' inside me is panic
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| I push it back, keep my feet firm on this planet
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| I’ll master my high if I just understand it
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| It’s sweatin' my palms and I can’t feel my arms
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| I’m crazy numb from my feet up to my cranium
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| I’m sit-sittin' up, get-gettin' up, drink-drinkin' down then spittin' up
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| I don’t don’t even know how much time when by since we lit it up
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| This is the reason I stopped puffin' trees
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| And I’m freakin' out feels like my mouth isn’t breathin'
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| My heart is racin'
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| Pulmonating
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| People are talkin' but what are they saying?
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| I don’t care, I can admit it
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| As soon as I lit it, I shouldn’t of hit it
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| I’m so fucking paranoid, right now I hate it
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| It’s probably some slay shit but I think they laced it
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| And who’s to be trusted?
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| It might not be dusted
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| I don’t know who rolled it, but still I just puffed it
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| I’m buggin' the fuck out
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| This has to be wet
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| Cause everything now has this glassy effect
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| I’m mal-ma-malfunctioning, breaking down again
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| (Yo, Ap chill the FUCK out)
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| I got to lay down again
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| Wishin' I never inhaled it, I’m hearin' shit
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| Scared of shit
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| Sounds like I’m speaking in Arabic
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| Every second I’m bugging out, I get a grip, I’ll never smoke this shit
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| So potent, approaching the point where I might flip
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| I’m slowly relaxin', they told me this happens
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| When people who smoke loose control of their actions
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| I am so fucked up
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| Not feelin' this, chill with this son
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| I’m simply not built for this |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buggin' Out, artist - Apathy. Album song Baptism By Fire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп