| Swear this generation’s falling through a trapdoor
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| Investing all my time into this
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| I’ma make it through the dark with the lid into my spliff
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| Running laps inside the lap of your bitch
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| Gucci strapped to my wrist
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| 'Preme hat with the twist L.V. |
| on the brim
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| Got the bands but the bands don’t show
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| 'Cause the life you fucking living ain’t the life you know
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| Such a novice with the silence but your tone got glow
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| So you hype it up and write it up like you got dough
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| But your paper tread is as thin as the wheat
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| Sleeping out on the streets
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| Mixtapes in the bag of 40 ounces on repeat
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| Celebrate when you peak, but that ain’t happen yet
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| You’ve been falling hard and I think that’s pretty evident
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| So, take a break, kick it back
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| Put your feet up better feed up on that bowl you pack but
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| Better safe than sorry keep that door cracked
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| Marijuana chronicles value my soundtrack
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| I got the marijuana rolled ouu
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| My fingers stickin like I’m playing with some cold glue
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| I met this cutie and I told her she could come through
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| And now we’re blazed upon my bed in my bedroom
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| In my head, I’m thinking I just wanna kiss you
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| But in your mind, I feel like you don’t even have a clue
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| I wanna say it but I think you’d have an issue
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| Yet what I didn’t know is that you really wanted to
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| You know your boy Huskai had to make a score
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| I looked her in the eyes I swear I saw a beach shore
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| I said «Baby life’s been feelin so sunken in the floor»
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| And those lips are the key to open up my trapdoor
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| She put her hand down and a smile is all I could see
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| I felt so special cause she really fucking wanted me
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| I grabbed her hips, pulled her closer so I’d feel her lips
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| Right as I did I woke up out a dream without a kiss
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| Yeah, without a kiss
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| Without a kiss
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| Yeah, yeah |