Kush
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(Intro) Couple blunts, these here my smokers They ain't long, but they guaranteed to get the job done Smoke one, what the fuck you waiting on? Get high, word to my big brother, Willow Right Check it out! (Verse) This not a song about addiction at all Nah, this one here is about the love of my life Put it out the jar, roll that weed inside a two dutch cigar Bring 'em both together, conserving in style We don't know no betta, we just gazing out the windows of life Still blazin', peep the pages of my 20 year vice Weed influenced them, joint papers on my table and I ain't using them Preferenced, and you don't got it like my smoke Just speak to my with reverence, so many different piles that I can reference My eyes be so low as if my ties when I be pressin' the corner It's why I gotta keep quarters, they my cheap orders Eatables on my table, they help me sleep, sorta Who knows? Infinite supplies, two O's Ova 250 pounds, man I get my coodoes to the plugs and the middle men They played in position, that don't mean that they weed come on time Yo, but that's the business and you know it If you been there, I been there Chronic smoke inside the herb, man, it's in here There's something bout the in-door that had opened my eyes When I was barely gettin' by (Hook) Aye, so blow some fuckin' kush out yo nose, bitch (Roll up, roll up and roll up and roll up and roll up) Blow some fuckin' kush out yo nose, bitch (Roll up, roll up and roll up and roll up and roll up) (verse 2) Man, it's routine, get the crushin' Lately I just been rollin' these dutches My budget calls for it (These are the smoker's all) And I'm all for it I'm live, gonna pull some weed out the storage Just like the chorus, blow some kush out yo nose Been exposed to a way that will align you with the flow Man, we just copped that purple haze Roll it up and get dosed Man, if we ain't commit, then hoppin' weed ain't got no clothes(?!) Word to overcoming odds, rollin' potent wards Indulgent in fall, man, I'm a smoking god And you ain't got the lungs to inhale this reefa And you ain't got the funds to pay for this feature For this goo, we still coexist as humans Everything's a movement, the teacher one with the student My pieces are nothing similar to Judas Man, they are more Christ like They ain't tryna see anotha night fight and you know it If you been there, I been there Chronic smoke inside the herb, man, it's in here There's something bout the in-door that had opened my eyes When I was barely gettin' by (Hook)
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