| Each time I smoke high grade
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| I feel so bold and grave
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| These thoughts run through my head
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| Telling me to smoke more
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| You could light it more
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| Up in the club girls in front of me
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| Me a pressa they run from me
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| The grids in a me … me done heavy
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| We are real far here now watch nobody
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| Send I’m in no hurry but pants coming down lucky
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| Me dogs done beside with them done …
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| Sit a here and appear ne me
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| Me smoke something I ignored my enemy
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| Each time I smoke high grade
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| I feel so bold and grave
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| These thoughts run through my head
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| Telling me to smoke more
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| You could light it more
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| Yes, I, I, I, I’m getting so high
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| Smoked so much… the girls think I’m fly
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| Up in the air meditating in the sky
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| Looking down on the planes
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| Watching angels go by
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| Oh, yes, it’s the beat to the two
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| …keep the braids well
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| I hove in space, watch clouds multiply
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| Each time I smoke high grade
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| I feel so bold and grave
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| These thoughts run through my head
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| Telling me to smoke more
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| You could light it more
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| Smoke it
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| Everywhere
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| Each time I smoke high grade
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| I feel so bold and grave
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| These thoughts run through my head
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| Telling me to smoke more
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| You could light it more
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| Each time I smoke high grade
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| I feel so bold and grave
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| These thoughts run through my head
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| Telling me to smoke |