| It is he, who, two verses shows no mercy
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| Blazed always looking like I just ate turkey
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| In my life, no red dots, neither guns nor herpes
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| And the bong water’s murky
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| I’ll be perched at my mom’s
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| Breaking up some mersh
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| Smelling like a marsh
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| Just got out of work
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| The state of Maine sustains temperatures far below 30
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| Girls nips get perky
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| It’s regularly snowing
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| In the winter in a blizzard with the scissors and saliva cold as ice up in a
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| Chrysler
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| We get higher than a Boeing
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| And as I inhale just know that in New Hampshire came close to jail but made bail
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| Now your sister feels me like braille
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| As I clutch a Sam Adams Boston Ale
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| Unshaven with a hoodie
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| Looking like an adulterer
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| Swerving out of Irving in a resin colored Altima
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| Altogether bimpin' and also I don’t care
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| I smoke trees, ironically, the shirt reads D.A.R.E
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| It’s like, «been there, done that»
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| Mud on the hubcaps, Wells, Maine getting ID’d for a blunt wrap
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| Chorus: Spose
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| Oh Woah Yeah
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| I take another blunt to the head
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| Yeah Yeah Woah
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| Verse 2: Spose
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| So rip the backwoods emblem as the blunt sesh assembling
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| In the summer bare arms like the second amendment
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| You can find me just hanging like an ornament
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| Snorting jagged little pills call em Alanis Morissette
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| Yo
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| We don’t drive slow
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| Speed like Sandra Bullock avoid the Wells Po
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| In our parents' Tahoes
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| Kick it inconspicuous when gripping on the stickiest as we lurk the backroads
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| In garages dads blaze while playing Van Halen
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| I spent a lot of wages on being inebriated
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| T-shirt untucked, double-bubbler packed up
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| Proving thus: I been nuts since my bowl cut
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| We got sex but no pistols
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| Wells, Maine no bullets
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| Thick hickish accents sweatpants and mullets
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| The healthy and the wealthy eating salads with croutons
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| I’m microwaving Hot Pockets sleeping on the futon
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| Pass the grass, alas I don’t care
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| I smoke trees ironically the shirt reads «D.A.R.E.»
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| It’s like «been there done that»
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| Blood, sweat, mud flaps
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| Drugs since I was watching Doug and the Rugrats
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| Chorus: Spose
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| Oh Woah Yeah
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| I take another blunt to the head
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| Yeah Yeah Woah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To The Head , by - Spose. Song from the album Preposterously Dank, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп