| Late night conversations with my puff
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| He tellin' me to never stop
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| Ride round the neighborhood and hot box in my whip
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| Me and my hood, we be lit
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| They don’t understand all the shit that I be on
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| Higher than a plane, catch me in my zone
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| I ain’t hella good then I mix with all the bad
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| Flyin' through the clouds hopin' that I never land
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| Sometimes I be gettin' gone
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| You know, like drinkin' and smokin' and shit like that
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| I know I be in the wrong
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| Or at least I feel that way sometimes
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| Lately things been changin'
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| I like to think that every single day amazin'
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| But that ain’t true
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| Some days blue, some days red
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| Some days you just hand your head
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| Some days you just toughen up
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| Some days you gon' be the best
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| Take a chance, let’s take a pole
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| Let’s take a Perc', we movin' slow
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| I’m off the shits, they know I’m lit
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| Yeah, I’m with this bitch, she sober-ish
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| We fuckin' at 1, we’ll be done by 1:30
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| I would let you stay but tonight I’m in a hurry
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| Toppin' off the bottle, now my vision gettin' blurry
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| Speech a lil slurry, but I ain’t never worry
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| Roll it up, light it up, take puff
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| Roll it up, light it up, take puff
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| Roll it up, light it up, take puff
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| Roll it up, light it up, take puff
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| Roll it up, light it up, take puff
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| Roll it up, light it up, take puff |