| What you smokin on player
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| Oh never mind don’t care
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| I got the blood shot stare
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| Unaware that I’m high again but feelin like a leviathan
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| I used to smoke out up at heilman
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| We made a bong out of a violin
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| Used to come up in a bag but now they got the bottles in
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| An' now we fully throttled like the lotto we just gotta win
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| Pot snob keep the reggie over there
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| It’s my job to try to keep it out the air
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| Glob mob that’s the homies never share
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| With the phony’s who know we never were friends they don’t know me like that
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| I’ll roll a baseball bat
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| An' take the kinda hit that’ll push my hat back
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| Coughing till I spit up an my lungs collapse
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| That’s the slap you don’t wanna get down with that pass it back
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| An imma smoke it till it’s ashes fact
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| We can’t smoke the same we just don’t
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| I don’t wanna toke with them and I won’t
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| Never go broke again for the choke
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| Come down here wit us we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float
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| Down here we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float
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| Down here we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float
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| Throwin rhymes
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| Like bat-a-rangs til they feelin em
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| Sky high like my balloons got
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| Some helium
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| Float above myself
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| Through spirit and ceiling I’m feeling I’m triple x but living
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| Inside a medium
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| Deal in words
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| And people feeling and repeating em
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| And I’ll be ready wit a doobie
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| Whenever the reaper come
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| Cause everything is way better
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| When you’re baked up
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| Smoke before I sleep
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| And every morning I wake up
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| Mean it when I speak
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| And thankful for the time I take up
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| Weather me and
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| Paul are bare faced
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| Or in makeup
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| Drinks over ice and weed on the tray
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| To break up
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| And we don’t need no buzz kill
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| So keep ya fuckin mouth shut
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| Smoke em if ya got em
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| But it gotta be that top shelf
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| Only blowin outer space
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| Save the mids for yourself
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| Puffin at a fast pace
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| Session is in full effect
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| Smoke up in the air
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| What you expect when we connect
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| We can’t smoke the same we just don’t
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| I don’t wanna toke with them and I won’t
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| Never go broke again for the choke
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| Come down here wit us we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float
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| Down here we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float
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| Down here we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float
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| Growing up I was broke like a bottle
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| Pockets on E so hollow
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| Still I got to be so blotto
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| Now I don’t drink but you swallow
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| When I lead you follow
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| Bout hit the weed hard nganno
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| I got the duck bill Donald
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| On some down here guano
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| Jamie be the real hermano
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| Bout to burn it down pronto
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| Till our chest feels hollow
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| Let the smoke just wallow
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| Tell Chappell’s holla holla holla
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| We can’t smoke the same we just don’t
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| I don’t wanna toke with them and I won’t
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| Never go broke again for the choke
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| Come down here wit us we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float
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| Down here we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float
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| Down here we all float
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| Come down here with us we all float |