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Up

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Up

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The supreme tee is kinda dingy

Pass the fucking puffer nigga stingy with the usher, let it burn

Skate session with my niggas

On a cloud, where's my inhaler, I can't even breath

I don't smoke weed

But I'm on a cloud high enough to give me a nose bleed

Say farewell to the brain cells, neutrons can smell us

My niggas keep enough green to get a bush jealous

Roll tighty, the joint righty, go buy a label

And busters don't get the zimper in chris lighty, alrighty

Or maybe a swisher, I begin to kiss her

Keepin' all the arms and limbs in a large bin

My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking tarzan

In the fuckin toilet where my bars been

They been the shit since riley figured out she really likes dark men

Domo hitting bowls, nuggets size of coals

Rolling a whole 'nother blunt the size of a troll

Davon on paroll, so if the highway patrol

Sees us strolling to 7-11 to get a arizona

And some donuts, he'll be in a hole, but we're not gonna let it happen

I'm not talking music when I say were the best at wrapping

The kush, coke, ritalin, and mushroom caps in my system, um

I break number 2 pencils cause I write so strong

Tyler rolling up a stick so when it lights, so long

Brass monkey, clarinet, ten drop in the gong

Gas mask, vaporizer, tranquilize you with the bong

Imagine gas and 'laxing, puff passing past tense

Future kush, cool tour, poke your arms blue or

Dream, smoke white like vanilla bean ice cream

Besides of, mary jane and me make a nice team

Pause, aw you getting too fat, bitch

Munchies, gaining weight is fucking automatic

Can't fit into the plus size of that sack's fifth

She get high, get down on hot dogs and pick up the cat bitch

The powder is packed in the straw, sammy claim he like chowder

Nostrils are allowed to scream white power

Overdose in a quince then detox, she rocks

Got em sweating like they inhaling on she cops

And we the drug, and we the drug, and we the drug

Bitch I'm high as fuck, just let it sing to you

I stay in the sky so there's no way you can get fly as me

Niggas wish that some point in their life they'll get high as me

Never though, got a dorm room filled with hella smoke

With towels under the door hoping no one outside smell the dro

Fuck it, I'm blazing up, bad bitch craving dust

So I passed it to her last thing she’ll see before waking up

Strong dank leave your main bitches with throat aches

One of em half bakeing, half dressed cause her clothes stank

Rolling paper skills, it's the time I showcase

So rush down, bitches want a star beat like old bapes

Where davon at? Cause he can zieir too

Big cam lawrence kid, you can even call lionel

Tyler dog, hit it once for the game

Give it to hodgy beats then dish it off to the brain

My eyes heavy, someone give me a orange juice

Louie v shades so my thoughts don't support you

Thoughts decreases, hunger builds in my torso

Paper plane on paper plane, can I please aboard you

You, you, uh, ayo vyron, light that one

Kush, coke, x, mushroom

I'm high as fuck

I'm atheist, so I let the blunt bless her

Higher then a fat nigger bitch blood pressure

On the dresser is the kush compressor

That four cents of bags of fluorescent flower pedals

Take a hit of this shit, inviting some

Bitches over to the crib, take a sniff, feeling numb

Baby girl, this is love, mixed with coke

And the eighty proof is in the pudding, so is a pint of cum

This is fun, don't you even try to run

Get you high, get you drunk, oh wait, you're not even real

This is fucking fake, snow white is in my nasal

I don't even think I'm able to shimmy passed the table

Without tripping on cables, me and travis crying

Earl is probably dying, cedric licking walls

And all of us tripping balls, heart beating in a trance

I'm in a submissive stance, I'm not fucking playing

When I say call the ambulance, shit

Call the fucking ambulance

I can't feel me, call the.. I can't fucking breath

I'm not fucking.. Whis isn't.. what the fuck is this he..

Yo call the ambulance, my heart is beating too fast

I'm bout to.. Open a fucking window

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