| Said «there's only one thing to do»
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| When you think you’ve got, too high
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| Smoke again, smoke again
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| No there ain’t no feelin'
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| No feelin' like havin' one all to yourself
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| To call your own
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| To call your own, call your own, call your own
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| And there ain’t no feelin', mmm
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| When everybody else is hangin' 'round
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| Tryna get a piece of your thing (To get a piece of your thing)
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| Ay, ay
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| I got your message, I know you bottled it up
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| That’s old school
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| I’m textin' to let you follow and stuff
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| Once you let me inside I’ma hide the key
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| Baby I never leave, baby I never leave, ay
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| So lately I’ve been gettin' into Buddha and shit
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| You start laughin' and say that’s typical of one from my land
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| Let me find my third eye
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| Get some typical head
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| While I freestyle high, that’s a typical day
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| Said «there's only one thing to do»
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| When you think you’ve got, too high
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| Smoke again, smoke again
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| Yo, I just bought a dab rig (I just bought a dab rig)
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| I’m 'bout to load it up wit' wax and get higher than my dad did
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| Way before he had kids (Babies)
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| Somebody pass me the aux, we 'bout to listen to some Madlib
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| It’s America’s most blunted
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| I’m 'bout to roll another blunt, I need to smoke somethin'
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| I’m sick of hoes callin' when they don’t want nothin' (Ring)
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| Somebody roll a couple more and keep those comin'
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| Please, ring around a rosie
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| Smokin' on weed like a stogie
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| Nigga I’m livin' my life likes it golden
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| Everyone coughin' and chokin'
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| Nigga I’m blowin' it out in the open (Bitch)
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| Out on the ocean, we on a boat
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| And she got her titties exposed (Tits)
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| Nigga you know me, smokin' on OG
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| And this shit already blow
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| Hittin' the road, I’m ready to go
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| When she say her friends wanna roll
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| Smokin' back to back to back
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| We smokin' like ten in a row (Huh)
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| Couple to go, I’m looking up like «damn it, how many to go»?
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| You don’t even know
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| I said «there's only one thing to do»
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| When you think you’ve got, too high
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| Smoke again, smoke again (Yeah, roll another blunt)
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| They don’t take flights like this, high as a kite I’m is
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| And what I’m doin’s not to influence, don’t watch this kid
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| But with the spot I’m in, I need to calm my nerves
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| So get your eyes off mine and worry more 'bout yours
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| I’m crusin', for a bruisin'
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| This loud I chief the reason I can tune out all the bullshit
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| So let me roll one
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| Cheers to cash and abundance
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| And dance in the sand while the mountain range jam
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| To the sound, how that sound? |