| Yaw
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| You’re retarded, ADD distracting
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| Marajuana smoke, you can smell it down my jacket
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| Popping in those orders while I’m drivin' home
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| Mama going loco if I’m getting stoned
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| She was young, pretty, living outside the city
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| I said, girl, you be my baby
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| Got lips around the binky
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| Roll, domin' on the side street
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| You rollin' in the mini
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| I’m a fuck you then I love you
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| Made a promise with my pinky
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| That I hold your hand when you trip and you fall
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| You got that light when your lips on the bowl
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| Oh I like how we love to get stoned
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| Baby, roll that blunt for me
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| Hold your hand when you shake and you old
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| Smoking up just to loosen your bones
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| Oh, I miss how we used to get stoned
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| Baby, roll that blunt
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| Lately you ain’t eatin' much
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| I forgot to pack my lunch
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| Chocolate milk and Cap’n Crunch
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| Love is for my tummy
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| You got my tummy stuck
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| Spinnin' like a double dutch
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| Fuck bein' the runner up
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| Baby, won’t you come by the way?
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| Summer gone, done died away
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| Hoppin' wood we ride the wave
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| Show your eyes be wide awake
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| Wake you up with roses
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| Rain drops on the windowsill
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| Hard to see the commotions
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| Anything for my baby girl
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| I hold your hand when you trip and you fall
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| Got the light when your lips on the bowl
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| Oh I like how we love to get stoned
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| Baby, roll that blunt for me
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| Hold your hand when you shake and you old
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| Smoking up just to loosen your bones
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| Oh, I miss how we used to get stoned
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| Baby, roll that blunt
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| You’ve been on my mind
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| Maybe we should smoke again
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| Love is hard to find
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| Maybe we should smoke again
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| Roll it up, homie, let me sing lullabies
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| Smoke it up, conversations lead to hug goodbyes
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| Said I’d never get accustomed to this high life
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| This that all or nothing, welcome to the kite life
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| Love is hard to find
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| I wanna keep you on my chest
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| Then I lock it in my warm back pocket
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| In a safe, boy, lock it up
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| Go and drop me off
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| I love the way you walk me up
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| I hold your hand when you trip and you fall
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| Got the light when your lips on the bowl
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| Oh I like how we love to get stoned
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| Baby, roll that blunt for me
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| Hold your hand when you shake and you old
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| Smoking up just to loosen your bones
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| Oh, I miss how we used to get stoned
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| Baby, roll that blunt |