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over, the gig is over (when a play)
The kid is older and getting colder (many fly by)
But his will hold ya, so listen closer to (a-a)-r-o-n
They
that easily
Most of the time, I can get by
It's just a little hard on me
But I'm getting used to that old truck of yours
Sitting out in the drive
As I look into the future
I see some things I ain't used to
Leave me stoned like Medusa
But money don't do stuck
Me and my change on the move up move
I'm feeling alright
I'm high on life
Gettin' buzzed by this bumble bee flying around
My day in the sun is my night on the town
Just me waking up
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin this to the devil that
you know can't repeat the words ??
So I, just sit back, relax, an get high with the women
Blowin' tokes while getting blown, Lettin' it flow
Johnny
Caree-caree-caree-careers are fixin' to go
Right down the drain oG's I'm so scared
I think I just fake shit my pants oh yeah
Church Church Church
I'm feeling like church bells pealing
cll through the galaxies and all the stars and the planets all interconnectedly wheeling
With all the sirs
[D-Loc]
Yeah you know I'm always getting stoned. Waking up everyday in the
morning rollin' bones.
Big ones always keepin' it hot ya know the type to smoke
school and apparently I'm famous
Yeah, yo
My freshman brother shoved his ass against the lockers
Cuz Eric grabbed his hood by the collar
And was talking
Went to the church in the wild I was cursed by monogamy
She balling Haruichi I'm Kagami
Bitch make me soft, but you getting the harder me
Nah I don't
that's life
If you think that I'll cancel all the plans to stay home and get stoned
That's right
Few zoots, Netflix, food sounds like date night
By 8 PM in
Mida mami que paso contigo
Mala Fama
Ohh
Girl I Love the way You Walk The Runway
See Ride by on a Open Runway
Maybe we can meet in church on Sunday
pass by
I don't know why, but I'm missing those eyes
Wake up and I get stoned
Yea, wake up and I get stoned yea
Nobody calls my phone, living in an empty
really go
Boy you got no friends
I like to be invited, I sit at home and I smoke
Getting high as a kite
Drink in hand playing some blues and honey I'm
really go
Boy you got no friends
I like to be invited, I sit at home and I smoke
Getting high as a kite
Drink in hand playing some blues and honey I'm
the woods
So he doesn't see us
Here's the cloth
Here's the black
Reconnaissance there is no turning back
Eric rode by
On his dirtbike
Jim and I
Woke behind
dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere
Green as mont-clair shit, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John
of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk too
Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night
By Mista
of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk too
Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night
By Mista
bottles just a long lost friend
But that devil likes to keep me by his side
Hey, I'm getting stoned
In this cold house here all alone
Wishing
Somebody hand me a cigarette
I know I ain't had one in over a week
Somebody pour me a double shot
Been getting better by the day but tonight I
a whores ass getting fucked by a teacher
Underneath the bleachers sounds like mac n cheese in speakers
Sneak a bit of bleach in the holy fathers holy water
Sheppy Zone. Sheppy Zone
Bro I'm in that Sheppy Zone
Sheppy Zone Sheppy Zone
Bro I'm stoned I'm fucking gone
Cannot find my fuckin phone
I'm not alone
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