| He grows dope
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| But he ain’t no dope
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| Makes his own lemonade
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| As I sit in the shade
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| Waiting for a song to come
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| Waiting on the sitting sun
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| Trying to figure out my fate
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| So I meditate, Oh
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| You better medicate on it
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| Ain’t no time to wait for it
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| Close your eyes and take a hit
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| Pass it all around and let yourself get down
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| He smokes dope
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| Oh and it ain’t no joke
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| He likes to burn a couple trees
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| In the summer breeze
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| He takes my fifty dollar bill
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| He takes me up on the hill
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| And says we gonna celebrate
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| Oh, then we start to fade, yeah
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| You better medicate on it
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| Ain’t no time to wait for it
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| Close your eyes and take a hit
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| Pass it all around and let yourself get down
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| You better medicate on it
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| Ain’t no time to wait for it
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| Close your eyes and take a hit
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| Pass it all around and let yourself get down
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| You better medicate on it
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| Ain’t no time to wait for it
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| Close your eyes and you take a hit
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| Pass it all around and let yourself get down
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| Pass it all around and let yourself get down
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| Pass it all around and let yourself get down
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| Pass it all around and let yourself get down |