| Grade A ganja, burn til it’s gone
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| Doja cologne, OG mist on
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| Calls to return, my to do list long
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| But I’m unconcerned, what can you do this blown
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| Cloudy-eyed stroll, change up my schedule
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| I roll a couple of 'em up and look what it led to
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| Not no regular marijuana, that shit is special
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| Smell the odor, ain’t non-smoker inhale a chestful
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| When I forget about what I gotta do today
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| Case of a random rap CD used as a doobie tray
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| Hit the end of the L and tap it til it get threw away
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| Try to fit the rest of this g of diesel into a J
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| Kief on my hands
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| Kush on my pants
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| Shift in my plans
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| Task to complete
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| But passin' some tree
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| Light that to some heat
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| I got places to go, people to see, things I should do, somewhere I could be but
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| that’s some good weed
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| Yeah, that’s some good weed
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| You could tell by the look on my face
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| Ain’t no way to hide that I smoke
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| And it smell as good as it taste
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| It’s like Kush my cologne
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| Now, that’s some good weed
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| Cavi Cone, had me blown
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| Everyday Boombastic — Shaggy song
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| Make you wanna go and put some turkey patties on
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| After that you wanna serve your lady daddy long
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| Taking a cone of Gary Clark Jr. was pivotal
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| Me and Bouriqua told him, «careful this strain is critical»
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| They were hospitable, we got on their bus and lit a few
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| Picked up his new guitar, strumming sounded like syllables
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| I think I’m trippin', I think it’s riffin'
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| It’s talking to me saying words, and ain’t no talking, just listenin'
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| Bus so cloudy I don’t think nobody’s suspicion is pointing at me twitching like
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| Smokey in the coop with chickens
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| Liftin' higher, so high I think I’m up with Christians
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| Out at they show they spirits only existing
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| Bumped into God and his aura is hella glistenin'
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| With Gary Clark’s face with another spliff he was twistin'
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| Then I said «Woah, mane. |
| I gotta go, mane that Cavi so strange» and I said that
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| with no shame
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| I was lit up like propane, tripping over this dope strain
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| Gary say, «do you think the Cavi is mixed with cocaine?»
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| All I know is that it’s super fire when I blow
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| He said thanks for the dough
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| I said, «have a good show» I was on one and I hope he didn’t know
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| I got places to go, people to see, things I should do, somewhere I could be but
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| that’s some good weed
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| Yeah, that’s some good weed
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| You could tell by the look on my face
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| Ain’t no way to hide that I smoke
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| And it smell as good as it taste
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| It’s like Kush my cologne
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| Now, that’s some good weed
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| That’s some good weed
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| That’s some good weed (that's some good weed)
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| That’s some good weed (that's some good weed)
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| That’s some good weed (that's some good weed)
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| That’s some good weed (that's some good weed)
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| I got places to go, people to see, things I should do, somewhere I could be but
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| that’s some good weed
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| Yeah, that’s some good weed
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| You could tell by the look on my face
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| Ain’t no way to hide that I smoke
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| And it smell as good as it taste
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| It’s like Kush my cologne
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| Now, that’s some good weed |