| Turn the volume up, put the windows up
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| Smoke some and ride out
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| What all goes up must come down
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| Floating 'til my time’s out
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| Turn the volume up, put the windows up
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| Smoke some and ride out
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| What all goes up must come down
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| Floating 'til my time’s out
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| Okay, South American
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| Talks with an accent, guess that
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| When her mouth is arrogant
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| I’ve got the medicine, late night, let 'em in
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| Now her mouth is buried in
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| All my privates, gotta get the Heimlich
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| Gotta call it quits, back to the life I love
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| When I die, love, love
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| Okay, I’m lost in lights
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| But this lady’s by my side
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| And I’m crazy if I fight it off
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| And yeah, she want’s to ride
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| And I’m down to cruising 'round
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| Watch my shooters meet the ground tryna walk
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| I’m kicking at the clouds
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| Tripping over birds
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| Drinking with the sun
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| Passing blunts to the earth
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| Like «Chill out, chill out, chill out»
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| Turn the volume up, put the windows up
|
| Smoke some and ride out
|
| What all goes up must come down
|
| Floating 'til my time’s out
|
| Turn the volume up, put the windows up
|
| Smoke some and ride out
|
| What all goes up must come down
|
| Floating 'til my time’s out
|
| Okay, I’m lost in lights
|
| But this lady’s by my side
|
| And I’m crazy if I fight it off
|
| And yeah, she want’s to ride
|
| And I’m down to cruising 'round
|
| Watch my shooters meet the ground tryna walk
|
| I’m kicking at the clouds
|
| Tripping over birds
|
| Drinking with the sun
|
| Passing blunts to the earth
|
| Like «Chill out, chill out, chill out»
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| Yo', let me say a couple things 'cause I never wanna lie
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| Shawty love it when I rub her 'cause I never leave her dry
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| Let me smoke a couple more 'cause my mind is in the sky
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| Wanna fly, wanna see God
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| Crack another bottle of the fine wine
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| Have a good time, Guinness is the name
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| DIEMON
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| With a couple fine dimes
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| But for now gotta keep in on the grind time
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| Okay, I’m lost in lights
|
| But this lady’s by my side
|
| And I’m crazy if I fight it off
|
| And yeah, she want’s to ride
|
| And I’m down to cruising 'round
|
| Watch my shooters meet the ground tryna walk
|
| I’m kicking at the clouds
|
| Tripping over birds
|
| Drinking with the sun
|
| Passing blunts to the earth
|
| Like «Chill out, chill out, chill out» |