| First time we met, I was tripping balls
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| Jeffery shit when I touch these walls
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| Crawl in a cave when the daytime calls
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| Hibernate, animals
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| Next night out when I’m feeling great
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| Met this chick in an altered state
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| Heels as big empire state
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| She’s a model, fuck that’s great
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| Gave me a touch
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| Said, «what's up?»
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| I said, «fucking, nothing much»
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| Ask me what I’m wearing
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| I said, «shhh, designer drugs»
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| Lucy and the diamonds
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| Turn off, the lights are blinding
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| I’ll spit this last line
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| And you can call me Scott Weiland
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| Burn slow
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| I can see ya through the flames of your lighter
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| I can see you with the lights down low
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| I can feel it when I’m standing beside ya
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| Got the feeling that you want to burn slow
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| I can see that you’re always on the move
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| And I can see that you’re always on go
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| I can feel that your mind’s always running
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| Got the feeling that you wanna burn
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| Wanna burn slow
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| Hold it in, ghost toke
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| When our lips touch we both smoke
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| If the feeling is right, we both know
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| If the hit’s too big, we both choke
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| Man I love this feeling
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| Got my head above the ceiling
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| Burn it slow 'cause we just chilling
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| Got no where to go but here
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| And I just love the way that you vibe
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| I’m on your level and I
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| I care not what they say, I’m 'onna do whatever feels right
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| So I lose it, no control
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| Light me up and just watch me go
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| Don’t confuse it, I get stupid
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| I get stoned, yeah I go ruthless
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| Burn it slow
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| I can see ya through the flames of your lighter
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| I can see you with the lights down low
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| I can feel it when I’m standing beside ya
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| Got the feeling that you want to burn slow
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| I can see that you’re always on the move
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| And I can see that you’re always on go
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| I can feel that your mind’s always running
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| Got the feeling that you wanna burn
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| Wanna burn slow
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| I take my time cause I know that you wanna burn slow
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| I take my time cause I know that you wanna burn slow
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| Sit at home when I’m killin' the pages
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| I do it because I love it, got incredible wages
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| I wanna kick it like a horny devil in Vegas
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| I call up a couple ladies with the medical haze
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| Both are super sick and ready to roll
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| Got the grinder out and shredded the dough
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| Now it’s time to get kinetic, we headed
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| For vertical travel, yo, like never before
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| Me and the women are puffin' in the garage
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| What am I thinkin', I think I want a Ménage
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| Lovin' the feelin', I gotta inner massage
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| I gotta sit it, I’m thinkin' I’m havin' dinner with God
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| Super silver haze, taking me up
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| Super killer babes, shaking thee butts
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| All the beauty steady making me puff
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| And I said to both of 'em 'Jamaican me lust'
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| That’s what I yearn for
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| So thick, so beautiful when we cipher
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| I’m not thinkin' about no germs so my turn yo
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| What about some lovin', I’m concerned though
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| We learn dough
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| Really make you make my worm grow
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| Adjourned
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| Then after we burn slow
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| I can see ya through the flames of your lighter
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| I can see you with the lights down low
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| I can feel it when I’m standing beside ya
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| Got the feeling that you want to burn slow
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| I can see that you’re always on the move
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| And I can see that you’re always on go
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| I can feel that your mind’s always running
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| Got the feeling that you wanna burn
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| Wanna burn slow
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| I take my time cause I know that you wanna burn slow
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| I take my time cause I know that you wanna burn slow
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| Hold it in, ghost toke, ghost toke, ghost toke
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| I can see ya through the flames of your lighter
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| Hold it in, ghost toke, ghost toke, ghost toke |