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Damn, never smoked nothing like this in my life Pack it in a pipe put it to a light 5,4,3,2,1 I ignite, I'm high as a kite Levitate through a fuckin room, I'm in flight Niggas so geeked that I ain't feeling right And I just wanna come down, get back home from mars Call the fucking paramedic cause I feel like I'ma die Party to my death, cardiac arrest Heart beating out a nigga motherfucking chest Dar, what you put inside this weed is a lace Cause I feel like I got bugs eating all around my face Danger coress, california kush, shit so loud, Like I hold I need a dush Like I'm in a coma, need a motivator push There a nigga go where the dope boys doe Like let me get a, get a, get a [Hook] x 2 Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good roll it, smoke it, feeling good, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, yeah nigga, where's my order All different flavors and about to burn it down In my lap with the preacher's daughter Windows rolled up so the smoke just loiters My pain swag floss the rims on tourist Now I'm looking spaced out cause I'm really spaced out Plenty mary jane all sattelites courtless Big bag of white fi, smell it when I fly by Look at these colors loud pack full of tied eye Outta here, aha, see you later, bye bye Running the fresh fruit, while I'm making pens eye Phonogramic red eye, pine apples man I Can't see to focus, seeing double never pens eye But it is see your liqor tongue out when I put that bong out Fuck it baby girl put your pants down [Hook] x 2 Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good roll it, smoke it, feeling good, roll it, smoke it, feeling good yeah, feel like I'm loosing my mind Either we lace it with hash or we fill it with dust When am I gonna draw the line? Feel like I drifted through time, lost in space Can't turn around cause I lost this way Break it down and put it in a bomb Then I put it in my lungs spitting like a nigga lost in space Yeah bitch don't grunt to smoke this We gonn fire up, get a hit of this dope bitch This for my nigga that feeling they hopeless Gotta stay high cause you know we don't go with Double shifting, like don't add us Like the mont blancs and tetris Mama say a nigga lifestyle is reckless Might wake up one day and regret this But I feel damn [Hook] x 2 Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good Half ounce, quarter pound, roll it, smoke it, feeling good roll it, smoke it, feeling good, roll it, smoke it, feeling good. |