| We’re burnin from coast to coast
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| Burning the herb
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| Watch it steady as it slowly roasts
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| From the west and we don’t stress
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| Cuz we blow the most
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| Green lungs till I die
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| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| We’re burnin' from coast to coast
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| Burning the herb
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| Watch it steady as it slowly roasts
|
| from the west and we don’t stress
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| Cuz we blow the most
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| Green lungs till I die
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| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| Nothin like the first puff up in the mornin, yea
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| Before I clock in
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| I’m already soarin'
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| Flyin thru my days like a 747, and
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| My mind is spinnin'
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| Barrel Rollin thru the heavens, yeah
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| That’s right I’m lifted
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| Straight thru the earth we’ve been gifted
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| If you mess with my weed
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| Then you mess with my business
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| High grade is where I find my inspiration
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| Light it up and pass it round the whole nation
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| From coast to coast burning the herb
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| Watch it steady as it slowly roasts
|
| From the west and we don’t stress
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| Cuz' we blow the most
|
| Green lungs till I die
|
| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
|
| From coast to coast burning the herb
|
| Watch it steady as it slowly roasts
|
| From the west and we don’t stress
|
| Cuz' we blow the most
|
| Green lungs till I die
|
| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| My bloodshot eyes
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| I’m sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| For my bloodshot ey ey ey ey eyes
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| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| For my bloodshot eyes
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| I’m sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| For my bloodshot ey ey ey ey eyes
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| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| For my blood…
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| On any coast I roast
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| Perch up on my post
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| Just tryin' to start a fire
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| Turn this blunt into a roach
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| Don’t tell me how to do this boy
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| I don’t need no coach
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| I be climbin on the clouds
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| Higher than a mountain goat, Woo
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| I blast off like Rocket
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| Eyes Bloodshott-ed
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| Absurd with the words
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| The chronic brings me knowledge
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| Herb teach you the things that you don’t learn in college
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| We’re toastin' up these nuggets,
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| Until the bowls' demolished
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| When I touch down
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| You know its straight to the dispensary
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| I’m Stocking up, you know I’ve got the grocery list with me
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| We’re smokin up
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| Indica, Sativa, CBD
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| Higher than E.T. |
| on this next level greenery
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| Fly thru the night with my seat laid back
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| Heavy the aroma flow from my back pack
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| Yea I wear it proudly
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| Uh huh you smell that
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| Can’t wait to unpack
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| This green collie fat sack
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| From coast to coast burning the herb
|
| Watch it steady as it slowly roasts
|
| From the west and we don’t stress
|
| Cuz' we blow the most
|
| Green lungs till I die
|
| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
|
| From coast to coast burning the herb
|
| Watch it steady as it slowly roasts
|
| From the west and we don’t stress
|
| Cuz' we blow the most
|
| Green lungs till I die
|
| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
|
| My bloodshot eyes
|
| I’m sorry for my bloodshot eyes
|
| For my bloodshot ey ey ey ey eyes
|
| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| For my bloodshot eyes
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| I’m sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| For my bloodshot ey ey ey ey eyes
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| Sorry for my bloodshot eyes
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| For my bloodshot eyes |