| If my mother knew I was in show business now
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| She would worry herself just sick
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| She thinks I’m in Philadelphia selling dope
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| Blunts in the air
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| We don’t watch what we’re wearing
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| Blunts in the air we don’t
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| Blunts in the air we don’t
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| Blunts in the air
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| Smoke when we wanna
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| Live without a care
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| Cuz we go where we wanna
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| Rolling everywhere
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| We roll marijuana
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| Holding everywhere
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| We hold marijuana
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| Me and the wife smoked out in the sauna
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| Stress eatin' me like I dove with piranhas
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| Detour on the road to the sauna
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| Only son to a young black mama
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| Black cloud over my head of bad karma
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| Won’t stop till the bank account got commas
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| Yellow belly stinks like they guts got jaundice
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| I tell them all no comment
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| Kill them with success was a promise
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| And I’m gonna succeed on achieve on
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| And keep giving the street cats a theme song
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| That’s just how the best rolls
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| Let us see your fucking dress code
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| Blunts in the air
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| We don’t watch what we wear (sound young)
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| Put it in the air then pass it here
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| Don’t talk my ear off I’m trying to get my head clear
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| A fifth of Smirnoff we’re putting the bitch in a beer
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| Green thumbs and my palms been itching for ten years
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| Until I get what’s coming to me
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| I accept the present tense and hell is it’s familiar
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| For hard on the boulevard but never a tear
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| I might shed one once we check a million
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| We keep it true you keep it real
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| Anybody can be touched but the spiritual you fear
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| Get familiar with my familiar
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| We live in the backwoods of Vegas with God’s assist
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| I just wish I would get to the Sear’s tower
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| I was eye to eye with God
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| We kicked it for hours
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| Cuz hold on
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| He’s holding on the floor
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| Blunts in the air
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| How much higher can we go
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| Blunts in the air
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| We don’t watch what we wear (sound young)
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| Love for my peoples the real ones
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| Bustlers for my peoples pulse it up
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| Puffing drugs with my people
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| Hold up it’s only blood with my people
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| Growing up I had trouble moving legal
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| Fast forward now it’s double when I see you
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| Cash tours
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| No more struggles trying to pay my vehicle
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| Yes lord your man’s threading the needle all aboard
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| Bandwagon I’ve been rapping
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| Now they recognize cuz they see me working harder than them other guys
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| Otherwise, they probably wouldn’t care
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| So I play they ass like they ain’t even there yeah
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| And I’m gonna succeed on achieve on
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| And keep giving the street cats a theme song
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| That’s just how the best rolls
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| Let us see your fucking dress code
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| Move! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blunts In The Air, artist - Guilty Simpson. Album song Detroit's Son, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп