| What type of drug are you?
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| Body high, got me numb to the pain
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| Is it the same for you?
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| Well if so I’ll call you Indica la Roux
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| And every time you’re slowly entering the room
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| Ey yo I swear the atmosphere changes too
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| You’re up so high I want to see your point of view
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| You see my point of view is at the temple on the hillside
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| They call these mountains Kush
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| I hope you push me out this plane ride
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| I wouldn’t mind falling for you
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| So take this parachute
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| I don’t need it, no reason, fall like the sun up in the evening
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| But look there goes the moon
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| I know you’re seeing it, I wanna get high to just say hi and
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| Can I call you Indica la Roux?
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| Indica la Roux
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| And I don’t really smoke
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| But you make me want to
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| Indica la Roux
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| Indica la Roux
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| And I don’t really smoke
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| But you make me want to
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| What kind of drug is this?
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| Take a drag, pull me in
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| Got me on your tongue, your lips
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| Then you can see the world from my eyes
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| Like if the sun could kiss your skin
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| You’d feel the fire turning red
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| See your purple hair through ultraviolet lens
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| Break it down, funny how it brings peace to me
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| Breathe deeply, breathe deeply
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| I think about it breathe freely, freely
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| Breathe deeply, breathe deeply
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| Whenever the feeling is bleeding,
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| Can I call you Indica la Roux?
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| Indica la Roux
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| And I don’t really smoke
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| But you make me want to
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| Indica la Roux
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| Indica la Roux
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| And I don’t really smoke
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| But you make me want to
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| Roll it, light it, pass it, indica
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| (In the smoke is indica, feeling so invisible)
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| Smoking, vibing
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| (In the smoke is indica, feeling so invisible)
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| Choking, Heimlich, ready, indica
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| (In the smoke is indica, feeling so invisible)
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| Floating, I’m lit
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| (In the smoke is indica, feeling so invisible)
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| Can I call you Indica la Roux?
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| Indica la Roux
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| And I don’t really smoke
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| But you make me want to
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| Indica la Roux
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| Indica la Roux
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| And I don’t really smoke
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| But you make me want to
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| (La la, la la)
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| In the smoke is indica, feeling so invisible |