| This that raw non-fictional
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| Mythical creature that’s unequivocally lyrical
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| LSD ingested 'till the visuals are visible
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| (?) from my peripherals
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| And sitting with Sitting Bull in my living room
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| Got all this medicinal sticky filling the pipe
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| While we doin' all these traditional Native American chants
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| Reaching out to the spiritual side of life I’ve been missing
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| While caught up in this digital reality we live in and shit been making me
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| miserable
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| Ain’t no more original, nothing is indigenous
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| Everyone’s living vicariously through the insta' pics
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| Of whichever disposable celebrity their interest is
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| Bunch of idiots who rise and fall as quick as Icarus
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| I don’t need no pharmaceutical, my mind is limitless
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| Rare one, you know know though, that’s why your girl is into this
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| Said she’d never been this high before and I believe her
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| So break that tree up
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| Baby come and follow the leader
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| They see me rollin' up the pot
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| And your girl’s never been so stoned
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| She said «that boy so hot»
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| She knows I am everything that you are not. |
| (yeah)
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| They see me rollin' up the pot
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| And my world never been so blown
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| Love is everything I got (Webby, I got you)
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| I’m gettin' (duece, I got you) mine while I’m on that clock
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| Ay, I used to smoke it by the ounce
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| Why you bitin' down?
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| Motherfuckers selling swag
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| I might have to buy 'em out
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| Check ingredients before you try to bite the sound
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| Nigga’s breaking promises like they’re too broke to buy a vowel
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| Black-top baller (uh)
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| Schemin' on arenas
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| Shoot my shot then turn around
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| I think I’m Gilbert Arenas
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| Growing my own wings, put that on uncle Remus
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| Freedom fiends, mind over matter
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| Your matter’s fecal
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| Don’t let your pride have you lookin' like a goofy
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| It’s two seats open for viewing, my life’s a feature film
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| Can’t fuck with groupies
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| Just Suzie to keep me Gucci (uh)
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| She think she love me and I think love is confusing
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| Crossing lines is a hobby of mine
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| Watch your step when on my property, that’s (prolly a mine)
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| Bombs, missiles, knives for the weapons formed against me
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| All of them thoughts of killing me off, them shits all in your mind
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| They see me rollin' up the pot
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| And your girl’s never been so stoned
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| She said «that boy so hot»
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| She knows I am everything that you are not. |
| (yeah)
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| They see me rollin' up the pot
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| And my world never been so blown
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| Love is everything I got
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| I’m gettin' mine while I’m on that clock
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| I’ll lay that mack down
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| 'Til she pass out
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| Got a slow jam
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| In the background
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| What is child’s play to a grown man
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| I’m a whole man with the fam' now
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| Smoke a blunt right on the porch
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| Posted at my granny' house
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| A hard knock block is something to up the ante 'bout
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| Hustle in my blood, I’ve been doin' what I gotta do
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| Until I am the headlining act preforming at Bonnaroo
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| Baby, I’m just here for the day
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| And this ain’t quite a vacation unless you plan on coming through
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| Throwin' clouds when I’m loud blazin'
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| And I keep my head down like a cow grazin'
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| The crowd favorite
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| But I grew up
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| A fuckin' screw up
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| Gorilla Glued up
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| I do what
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| I fuckin' feel like
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| Not givin' two fucks (What?)
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| Liquor that’s helping me loose up
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| the world
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| I’m knocking ash on my new 'bucks
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| I grind 'til I need new trucks
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| Fillin' booze up in a few cups
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| Lemme loosen up and I reload
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| So I would suggest that you duck
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| They see me rollin' up the pot
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| And your girl’s never been so stoned
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| She said «that boy so hot»
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| She knows I am everything that you are not
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| They see me rollin' up the pot
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| And my world never been so blown
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| Love is everything I got
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| I’m gettin' mine while I’m on that clock |