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Intro/Hook/Chorus: (The Weeknd) Don't you feel good, (blame it on the weed, blame it on the booze (2x) shots of the henny, bottles of patron (4x), blame it on the weed, blame it on the booze (4x) Verse: Jay Random I'ma blame it on the weed but i never blame it on the booze, yeah maybe that's about you, and you that i put it down every-time i'm in the club and you know we popping bottles real quick, you know me killa d jay random yeah i switched the name up real quick, and i got a girl on the side and you know her booty is looking real thick, im an alien boy with a Mexican flow and you know me bitch i get the mexican dough, and you know i flow hard everytime im in the club popping bottles ciroc and you know it's on us, yeah, put it down switch it up and we onnnnn yeahhh, put it down and we switch it up and we won yeahh, know that i should stop sipping that Alcohol, but you know my niggas in here and we gotta ball, lame niggas lookin at me like how you turn your swag up real fast and you know you do it quick, and you know you're the one in the game and everything is going for you real sick (right now), and you're the next in the future of the game right now because the way you switch your flow up yeah, i ain't never heard nobody spit on the auto tune and do it real grown up yeah, you're the man Jay Random, and your your swag's so randommmm, i guess that's why the girls in the club thinking that you're so fucking handsome, (no homo)... Hook/Chorus shots of the henny, bottles of patron (4x) (and you know that im leaaaannninnnn) (Leaninnggggg yeah), blame it on the weed, blame it on the booze (4x) Verse: Jay Random Let me explain to y'all a real quick uh, real fucking story (story), a real nigga got drunk got in trouble and i all wanted was the glory (glory) but i tell y'all im sorry (sorry), for the things that you told me (told me), but i nevered really listened (listen) so i had to get the action (action), i appreciate the thought that you ever came back, ever came back for me (me, me), but you nevered camed back, i don't know what that was maybe it was a mystery, but that thing made me realized once you getting cash everybody was on your ass (on ya ass), real friends come around fake friends come around trying to get a little end (end, end), i'm a real nigga did ask for nothing, never will ask for nothing, (unless i really need it) than ima ask for something (than ima ask for something), see you my nigga and we been down since day one how could you change up when everything's done, and we been through alot and you know that's true leached you everything that you ever know how to do, man ima swag out ima do me when i blow up ima take everybody with me and you know ima real nigga since the game changed and ima still the same till i die, yeah i wanna be up in the clouds because i have real dreams and they're coming alive man my fan base is blowing up now tell me how you really feel about that now nigga i don't really play... Chorus/Hook: The Weeknd Don't you feel good, (blame it on the weed, blame it on the booze (2x) shots of the henny, bottles of patron (4x), blame it on the weed, blame it on the booze (4x) Outro: Don;t You Feel Gooodd??,,Jay Random He Feeling Good.... Harmonizing Fade. |