| All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
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| But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
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| Yeah, so I told her, «Bring the drugs until the high’s gone»
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| And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
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| All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
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| But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
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| Yeah, so I told her, «Bring the drugs until the high’s gone»
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| And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
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| I don’t give a fuck about the G shit
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| Only give a fuck about a remix
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| Light a fire to your crib and burn your house down
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| I’m savin' the Ashes like I was Steve Smith
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| I got the weed lit, you know how the cash feel
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| We puffin' on medicinal vac seals
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| And Young T just came here to puff weed
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| We bust beats, my brother let the lyrical axe wield
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| Look bitch, I’m movin' the chron grams at
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| All the women with me got Louis Vuitton handbags
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| Rap samples, pray like a mac handle
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| This prodigy been poppin' the bottle, you better stand back
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| So where the grams at?
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| I get a second to none, my head’s buzzed from adrenaline rush
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| 'Cause I been whisperin' the ghost like I’m Jennifer Love
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| The 420Fam's gettin' it done, we straight kill shit
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| Headshot, brother, I’m looking red hot
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| Currency was lookin' the same colour as Mentos
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| Scorin', stayin' a free man like Morgan
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| Ballin', dollars and pounds on a Rolex watch
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| Guess what? |
| You couldn’t tell that
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| MDMA, I been poppin' it in a gel cap
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| Brudda, I’m the boy bringin' hell back
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| On point with the pen, so you felt that
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| All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
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| But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
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| Yeah, so I told her, «Bring the drugs until the high’s gone»
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| And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
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| All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
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| But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
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| Yeah, so I told her, «Bring the drugs until the high’s gone»
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| And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
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| Hustle on the grind
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| I was at the Rydges at Cronulla with his wife
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| So much cocaine here, flowin' through her vein
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| 'Cause I’m lookin' at her pupils and they’ve doubled in the size
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| Brother, I was flyin', now I got a duffel on the side
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| Brother, now I suffer in the mind
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| Way that I’ve been livin' got me sinnin' a million miles a minute
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| I can’t even look my mother in the eyes
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| Nah, that ain’t a lie, tell 'em all, «I don’t wanna die»
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| Brother, got the money on the mind
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| Brudda, got the hunnids while the hunnids
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| I swear that we keep it a hunnid in the club
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| Yellin', «Cuzzy it’s a vibe», buzzin' off a line
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| Battle with the fears
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| I was up and down, had to battle with the tears
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| Never did I quit, a lot can happen in a year
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| Fuck, now I happen to be here
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| Homie, I put on, homie, I be LeBron
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| Winnin' all the games for the Cleveland Cavaliers
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| Homie got a bong, quey and the chron
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| Did 100K with the patty in the rear
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| Because homie, I’m a stoner
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| Pullin' over, nah, smack it into gear, crack another beer
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| Have another Vallie over here
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| Crackin' open Xannies over here with your bitch like
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| All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
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| But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
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| Yeah, so I told her, «Bring the drugs until the high’s gone»
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| And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
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| All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
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| But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
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| Yeah, so I told her, «Bring the drugs until the high’s gone»
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| And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
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| The reason that the girls liked me was
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| And I played and I sing and they said, «Hey, man
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| You, you got, you got soul in that music»
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| I said, «Yeah, I, I play a little bit, you know, I like «Then he said, «Man, you’re really somebody»
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| I said, «Oh, I am?
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| Oh, I just got out of jail, I don’t know what somebody is» |