| Smoke! |
| Smokin' it up
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| You see we smoke, yeah, we smokin' it up
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| You see we smoke, smoke, come on
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| I’m all about the green, give me your biggest quantity, boy
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| See me tripping, getting Virgin Velocity points
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| I’m a frequent flyer without even hopping on a Boeing
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| I’m just high off the weed growing
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| In all the homes that I’ve been visiting, uh
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| Yeah, I get lifted with fans, from homies in WA to Sydney, man
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| 'Cause no matter where you reside, we all get stressed
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| So to forget, we smoke sess, 'cause ignorance is bliss
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| So we get twisted by twisting bomb spliffs
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| 'Til we’re out of the system
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| And all of our blank accounts and stanky houses
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| Have smoke-bombed out of existence
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| And I know there’s a limit, I just wish I could see it
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| I know it’s because I’m young and I’ve been ADHD-ing
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| You know, going 'carpe diem', I wanna be the black James Dean
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| That’s why I squint just like he did off weed and
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| If you motherfuckers feel high tonight
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| Knowing you probably shouldn’t drive tonight
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| And you’re entranced by the joint glowing oh so red, man
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| Same colour as the devil that’s up in your head, then
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| We get lifted and throw it on cruise control
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| (Control, should give me a whirl, I’m 'bout to control)
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| So when shit gets real, we chill for a minute
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| (We roll up, yeah, we roll up)
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| We get lifted and throw it on cruise control
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| (Can't control, we can’t control, so)
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| We keep our foot on the pedal, need to ease it up sometimes
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| (Ease up, yeah baby, ease up)
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| So to my people state to state, smoke something
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| If you wanna escape, then just smoke something
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| If you’re inclined, then just smoke something
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| If you wanna get high, just smoke something
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| And to my people state to state, smoke something
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| If you wanna escape, then just smoke something
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| If you’re inclined, then just smoke something
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| If you wanna get high, just smoke something
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| To me, getting elevated is inevitable
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| Down for whatever, whether it’s joints or edibles
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| I got the ANZAC cookies full of hash, so delirious
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| While I’m listening to the Robert Glasper experience
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| Some say that weed is sacrilegious, I call bullshit
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| The weed sacks my religion, I give it my mind, body and soul
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| Til I’m out of control now
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| Tell me how is that any different to your Jesus or your G.O.D.
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| I’m getting G.O.N.E. |
| off of THC
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| It’s heavenly, right? |
| Smoke just to shut off like every night
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| Seriously, man, I need it prescribed
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| 'Cause yes, I use it as Valium
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| My brain keeps firing like battalions
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| But I need a rest every now and then
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| So I hit the hay, homies call me the stallion
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| 'Cause I smoke until I’m hoarse, yeah
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| Weed’s got my endorsement, Tally-Ho packets all torn, yeah
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| That’s a reference for all my real smokers
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| Where my real smokers at? |
| (Come on)
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| We get lifted and throw it on cruise control
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| (Control, should give me a whirl, I’m 'bout to control)
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| So when shit gets real, we chill for a minute
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| (We roll up, yeah, we roll up)
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| We get lifted and throw it on cruise control
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| (Can't control, we can’t control, so)
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| We keep our foot on the pedal, need to ease it up sometimes
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| (Ease up, yeah baby, ease up)
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| So to my people state to state, smoke something
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| If you wanna escape, then just smoke something
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| If you’re inclined, then just smoke something
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| If you wanna get high, just smoke something
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| And to my people state to state, smoke something
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| If you wanna escape, then just smoke something
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| If you’re inclined, then just smoke something
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| If you wanna get high, just smoke something
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| We get so high, me and my guys are pilots
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| On the red-eye flight, the red-eye flight
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| Just call me Captain Remi
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| We get so high, me and my guys are pilots
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| On the red-eye flight, the red-eye flight
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| Just call me Captain Remi
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| It’s aviation (And just call me Captain Remi)
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| It’s aviation (And just call me Captain Remi)
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| It’s aviation (And just call me Captain Remi)
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| It’s aviation (And just call me Captain Remi)
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| Call me Captain, call me Captain Rem
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| Said, call me Captain, call me Captain Rem
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| Disco, disco, disco, disco |