| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
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| Now I’m getting so high, riding like she so low
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| I got tats on my chest, gotta let that shit show
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| Yes I am happy to be here, that’s just how I feel
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| I got enough energy for This whole damn, world
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| I couldn’t change the color of your mourning just like
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| I got, I got, I got a lot of plans to change a lot
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| I got some thoughts about the way they making us, and so
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| Goddamn dangerous, become an activist
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| I might save us all, in Mod we trust
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| I’ma buy a hippy bus, fill that thing up with some kush
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| That love not lust, so
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| I’m gonna, what’s not to bust
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| There’s only one way to roll it up
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| Feel like myself, baby, you know how the shit go
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| Now I’m getting so high, riding like she so low
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
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| Now I’m getting so high, riding like she so low
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| Hair blowing in the wind, blowing as a bimbo
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| Eyes got a smile, that’s a permanent dimple
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| Why you make so hot look so simple?
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| When you gonna get the hint though?
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| You could be the one to solve all your issues
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| Who give a fuck if they diss you?
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| But y’all you wish you special, you see
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| I only cry tears of joy
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| I got some mouths to feed, some friends to employ
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| It’s starting to annoy me
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| Every time I hear somebody in my ear bringing bad vibes near
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| I’ma buy a hippy bus, fill that thing up with some kush
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| That love not lust, so
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| I’m gonna, what’s not to bust
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| There’s only one way to roll it up
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
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| Now I’m getting so high, riding like she so low
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window
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| Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
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| Now I’m getting so high, riding like she so low
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| No shirt on, head hanging out the window |