| Staring, looking at you from a long way
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| Passing me no ceilings, keep going
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| Classes in session, but we in the hallway
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| Skip this class, lets get gone
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| I’m rolling this blunt, off baby
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| But touching your body feels like I’m high
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| Keep rolling that weed, baby
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| But touching your body feels like I’m high
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| And I ain’t giving this shit to nobody
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| This feelings it feels electrifiying
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| I can feel it baby, would you let me ride
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| Feel it baby, you on my mind
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| I’m rolling this blunt, off baby
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| But touching your body feels like I’m high
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| Keep rolling that weed, baby
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| But touching your body feels like I’m high
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| Take my mind, take my time
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| I been off these streets, all day and night
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| Now its time I get back to you
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| And it’s as
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| I’m rolling this blunt, off baby
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| But touching your body feels like I’m high
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| Keep rolling that weed, baby
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| But touching your body feels like I’m high
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| Yo what’s up bro
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| Yo, Fargo
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| What’s the deal
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| I need you to pull up to the set ASAP
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| Shit nigga I’m wit my shawty right now, you can’t call me back?
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| Uh, yeah
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| Nah, that’s gone have to wait. |
| You remember that house we hit up on the east
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| side?
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| Yeah Chino’s crib, what about it
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| Yeah, well niggas came to the block and shot the lil homie up. |
| So we need you
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| to pull up to the set, right now
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| Look bro, niggas wasn’t trying get nobody get hurt out in this motherfucka.
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| We went to the house dog, we hit the house the shit ain’t go right my nigga.
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| I got out of it one time, I told ya’ll niggas I’m tryin' do this music shit.
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| Why the fuck am I gon bring myself back into this shit?
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| Music? |
| Nigga fuck music. |
| Look nigga, you either pull up to the block,
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| come see us, or we gon come see you. |
| You choose
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| Nah you’re not going no where. |
| You’re not, like you’re not
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| Man, I gotta go |