| Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down
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| Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around
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| Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah
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| Another one lit, sitting in a cloud
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| Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around
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| Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah
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| And I feel like my life is changing, and I don’t get faded
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| But all the homies gone, and all the homies wasted
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| And they walk me down so they treating us like we famous
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| Now, they bring in liquor and women and medications
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| We sitting alone in a room, a towel the window, the door
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| To keep in the smoke, she gonna blow, we don’t be wandering in, and out of the
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| hall
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| Blowing a little bit in my face and it’s be feeling like I’m in a call
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| Like I’m hit with a shotgun, shotgun to the head like a firing squad
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| And I’m not a smoker but, all my people rolling up
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| When they hit that blunt and it get another open, and they open up
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| I told her I think it’s sexy when she lick the Kush
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| You know these ladies nowadays they just get lit and fuck
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| What I live my life in, you ain’t gotta like it
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| Even pussy kill you like Isis Taylor was ISIS
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| Everyone addicted to something, that’s just how life is
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| And I’ll never be the one that’ll judge you for vices
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| That’s why the homies…
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| Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down
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| Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around
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| Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah
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| Another one lit, sitting in a cloud
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| Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around
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| Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah
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| I been having trouble sleeping I should smoke something
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| I been having trouble eating, I should smoke something
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| They told me I don’t need a reason, I should smoke something
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| I don’t need a reason I should smoke something
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| Yeah, and my people are telling me maybe that smoking a little will help with
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| the pain
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| And my people are telling me maybe that smoking a little will help me create
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| So I sit back in the crowd, looking a little bit into the haze
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| Sneaking aways, I’mma get it while I’m in the middle of getting a daze
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| Yeah, when you the only sober one is when it takes the longest
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| You just wanna leave and everybody wanna stay there talking
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| It’s when you babysit, everyone you came in with
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| They wake up and you laughing at them, telling them the things they did
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| But shit I gotta have control, so I don’t chase no high’s homie I be getting low
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| And I don’t have no hopes of my passes getting faded, reaching out to us
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| My ex out the equation like I’m doing fucking Algebra
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| I tell a hater do the math, my people in the back getting stupid off of half
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| A couple grams to the face, a couple dabs, while I’m sliding with two bitches
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| to the back
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| Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down
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| Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around
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| Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah
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| Another one lit, sitting in a cloud
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| Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around
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| Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah
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| I don’t think that I’m high homie, I know that shit
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| When your breaking up and then she roll that shit
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| Passed to my leftie, staring at me as I hold that shit
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| He like «I'm focused on this money, smoke that shit»
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| Oh yeah, if I wasn’t the stoner life of the party
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| I’d remember lots of shit, but my memory’s working hardly
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| Leaving clues like the dude in my mental writing memos
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| And stuff I need to do on the back of my hands in a purple sharpie
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| What a bang, bang, boogie, Mary Jane strain cooked me
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| And now I’m absent minded like my brain playing hookie
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| But I keep myself composed, you know this kid ain’t a rookie
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| Backstage with Emilio like «yo, just hit it you pussy»
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| Nah, nah, to each his own, it’s whatever floats your boat
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| Some people pop molly and some people sniff coke
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| Some people drop acid and some people smoke weed
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| But if you’re sober you’re going to catch a contact around me
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| Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down
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| Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around
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| Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah
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| Another one lit, sitting in a cloud
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| Eyes blood red, the room spinning around
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| Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |