| As soon as I wakes
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| Be a good day
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| Hand on this blunt nothin' in my way
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| Devil might call
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| It’s not my wave
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| I be soul searchin' in the weeds all day
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh oh
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| Some days while I’m sittin' gettin' too baked
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| Pull the '57 Bel Aire right out of my drive way
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| Slidin' down main, top down, sun shinin'
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| Like I’m headlinin' the main stage in the
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| I’m too high right now to be out here trippin'
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| I be makin' music babies even if nobody listen
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| If I’m a diamond in the dirt so underground I better glisten
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| You ain’t gotta find me, me and mine be on a mission
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| As soon as I wakes
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| Be a good day
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| Hand on this blunt nothin' in my way
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| Devil might call
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| It’s not my wave
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| I be soul searchin' in the weeds all day
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh oh
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| Woke up smilin' I’m alive and well
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| Driveway like a dealership
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| Bunch of hunnies with my number
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| And I’m like hell yeah
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| Call me captain no cap
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| Walk into court, relax
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| Roll a blunt in my caddy as my detail drops me back
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| No calls hit my line cause my phone screen always black
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| I laugh at all my problems and forget enemies that’s facts
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| That’s all smoke in the wind
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| Middle console all racks
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| And I burned so many trees in the trunk there is an axe
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| Tokin' up all these leaves
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| Got Gatlinburg in a sack
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| And I be yellin' like a coyote from a rockytop cabin
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| Between the Catalan shrooms
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| And the mountain and moons
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| Is a vibe and a mood
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| True
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| As soon as I wakes
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| Be a good day
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| Hand on this blunt nothin' in my way
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| Devil might call
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| It’s not my wave
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| I be soul searchin' in the weeds all day
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh
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| Woah oh oh oh oh oh |