| The first time I hit the weed was in fifth grade
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| Shit stayed in my head, I could recall it like it was yesterday
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| Hit the bong, fill the lungs, let it down, here it comes
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| Started coughing like a rookie
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| «Hold it in, you fucking pussy»
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| Yeah, that`s what they told me, homie
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| I was getting higher, homie
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| Started feeling paranoid, who these people?
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| They don`t know me
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| Why you looking at me funny
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| Like you wanna jack my money
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| Watching his body bleed, he wanted nothing from me
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| I started feeling euphoric
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| And then started to ignore it
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| Every hit took my mind off and absorbed it
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| My eyes wet, mind heavy, glazing up a smoke`s
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| Someone had an ounce of weed
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| I broke the whole thing
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| Waking up after
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| Apparent reason why a girl is asleep on sofa with a mouth open
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| Be careful what you are smoking
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| `Cause it can lay your ass out
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| They take advantage of you while your ass is passed out
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| For days living in a fog
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| And I want to get away beside the stars
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| As soon as you recognize, you better
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| And the moment you open your eyes it all seems bizarre
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| I get high, you get high, we get high
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| (We living in the fog)
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| I get high, you get high, we get high
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| (We living in the fog)
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| I was just puppy when my homie offered to hit this (hit this, dawg)
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| It`s some pop shit that`s gonna get you lifted (get you lifted, dawg)
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| So very cautiously I put it to my lips (Yeah)
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| Hoping like a mofo I would not have a bad trip
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| Soon as I hit this shit my mind went dry (damn dry)
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| That shit made me feel so damn fly (damn fly-y-y!)
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| Walking down a street, young niggas laughing
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| Took another hit like a G, then I passed it
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| Me and my homies got so high off the weed
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| That we took off running and we hit up with a tree
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| Since that day I fell in love with Mary Jane (Mary Jane)
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| It`s the best for taking stress off the brain
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| A while ago took the Mexican Ces
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| Tried chocolate top but kush is the best
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| From day one I never stopped smoking herb
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| And ain`t never gonna stop, you heard?
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| That`s my word
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| For days living in a fog
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| And I want to get away beside the stars
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| As soon as you recognize, you better
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| And the moment you open your eyes it all seems bizarre
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| I get high, you get high, we get high
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| (We living in the fog)
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| I get high, you get high, we get high
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| (We living in the fog)
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| One day I was smoking on some Mary-Mary
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| It was me and my homies at the cemetery
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| It was on Halloween and some shit got scary
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| See, I didn`t want to do it but my homies dared me (I dare you)
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| There was a spot where this couple was buried
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| Rumor has it that they died on the day they got married (Got married)
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| It was their anniversary 10 years ago
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| Shivers down my spine, here we go (let`s go)
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| Blunted out, I wondered out into the fog
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| I am hearing footsteps and a howling from the straight dog
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| Shit, I`m about to take off, this weed got me paranoid
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| Panorama is horrible when you see things you can`t avoid (Oh, my God)
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| I turned around and started running back
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| I heard the car started up and my homies giggle, what the fuck they laughing at?
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| Hey, hey, get back here! |
| Motherfucker! |
| Hey! |
| This ain`t funny!
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| For days living in a fog
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| And I want to get away beside the stars
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| As soon as you recognize, you better
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| And the moment you open your eyes it all seems bizarre
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| I get high, you get high, we get high
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| (We living in the fog)
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| I get high, you get high, we get high
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| (We living in the fog) |