| It’s the fist day of summer in the mile high
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| Sun shinin' memories they file by I got my wiskey on my mind
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| Weed pile high
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| I leave the past behind me And smile wide
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| I was thinkin' bout blinkin' for a second I reckon
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| I was a mess
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| And I was checking out of my head
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| Learned my lesson
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| Went to prison on a mission
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| To stop my people from listenin'
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| To end my job or my life
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| I wonder which one was missin'
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| I got kicked out of my old house
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| Spit out of the cold house
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| Found out that I will kill
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| Any intruder with a bold mouth
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| And not im sittin' chillin' with a silent mind
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| Lookin towards the future
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| Put my troubles behind
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| It’s the fist day of summer in the mile high
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| Sun shinin' memories they file by I got my wiskey on my mind
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| Weed pile high
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| I leave the past behind me And smile wide
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| I was drinking everyday
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| That probably made me be crazy
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| Maybe it gave me all my game
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| But nobody could save me And still I had to do my job
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| Play a show on the daily
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| Maybe they hate me cause I left
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| But im back now
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| Yeah baby
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| It’s the fist day of summer in the mile high
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| Sun shinin' memories they file by I got my wiskey on my mind
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| Weed pile high
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| I leave the past behind me And smile wide |