| Yeah, you know I love having a studio at home
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| Because right when I walk in the booth
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| You know I, I take a sip of my drink
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| You know like, light a cigarette and walk up to the mic
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| And it’s exactly the correct height for me
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| It definitely just makes me feel comfortable
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| You know, lets your mind be at ease
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| And I, noticed that, that uh, sometimes I rap with my rollie on
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| And sometimes I take it off
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| You ain’t gotta worry if you’re cold
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| Promise baby, I’ll be there by tomorrow
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| If you love me then I’ll be down for it all
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| Cause I ain’t seen nobody like you
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| You look so good, when you walk by
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| I had to stop, you blew my high
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| A real angel bringing back to earth
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| Hi, I’m sitting in the clouds
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| Everything around seems different to me now
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| And this could be a change for the both of us
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| Get away from the world that’s controlling us
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| It’s only just me, I hope you trust me
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| You look a little nervous, keep adjusting
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| Your blouse that you got on
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| The buttons come undone
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| Let me know if you need me to put a fan on
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| I stand on the floor 'bout to collapse
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| The bliss turns to war, heart turns to ash
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| Fun turns to drugs, the ideas to cash
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| Has taking away my mind
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| And I, think that its' a sign that
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| Your beauty handed me my mind back
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| My conscious will attempt to dissolve
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| I do some shit I won’t remember at all
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| My eyes is open, but I’m barely afraid
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| They say my codeine purple
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| And your beauty is- aye
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| That view taking me away
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| I’m smoking on that good Cali
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| I’m getting higher than Hollywood
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| Get deeper than the valley
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| As you get lower, the low rider
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| Your favorite ghost writer
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| We jumping the gun, I might go over be young
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| Much is a one way ticket
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| Don’t know when you will return
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| I need to roll me a blunt
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| Cause you done blew this joint
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| They say the stars all line up
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| Then they bring out the sun
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| Hey this a red carpet event
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| I’m a bring out that one, she so sophisticated
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| I brought her presidential rollies
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| I’m no longer faded, she got me sober off of conversation
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| I’m no longer faded, she got me sober off of conversation |