| Cloud of smoke surrounding me
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| I smoke the loudest weed
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| Ahh
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| Bob Marley would be proud of me
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| Same spot, ain’t moved a muscle yet
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| Grade’s got a vicious bite, it needs a muzzle yet
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| Ahh
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| I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t buzzing yet
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| Head’s heavy, feeling like I’ve got a million brains
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| Weed supply needs to last man a million days
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| Ahh, levels
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| I’m on a different wave
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| One way ticket straight to happiness
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| Rizla in my fingers, yeah, I’m strapping this
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| Ahh
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| I’m on the maddest cess
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| Cloud of smoke surrounding me
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| I smoke the loudest weed
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| Ahh
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| Bob Marley would be proud of me
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| (Cough, cough)
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| That’s what the good stuff does
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| I know you shouldn’t play with drugs
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| Ahh, fuck it
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| Light one up
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| Eyes stay redder than the stop sign
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| Big bag of weed, you know I’ve got mine
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| On this ting, I’m never offline
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| Ahh
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| I love it long time
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| Match made in heaven’s what I’d call it
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| I like to bun it in the mornings
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| I think I hear the heavens calling
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| Cloud of smoke surrounding me
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| I smoke the loudest weed
|
| Ahh
|
| Bob Marley would be proud of me
|
| Cloud of smoke surrounding me
|
| I smoke the loudest weed
|
| Ahh
|
| Bob Marley would be proud of me
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| Bob Marley would be proud of me |