Smileyface - Neighborhood Hippy lyrics

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I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

And I can’t stop smokin’

I can’t stop this

And I can’t stop smokin’

I can’t stop this

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I know you’re smelling the aroma

It came with me

In the kitchen that’s even the same with me

See they both get me high

When I smoke,my time flies

And your bitch keeps asking me

That does mean she wanna try?

Or hold some rolled tones

In the studio is so hot

That I can drive home

Half the button call the shit

I put my Iphone

Fuck,I dropped my Iphone

Damn!

Throw my homies the keys

They’re gonna drop me to my place

If I fall asleep

You can go straight for the face

And you see if I’m flicking

We’re about to light up

I call her my dealer

He put her right up

Is that shit you hear about in school

Type your shit to your parents

They always say you’re doing nothing good

Troubles got them papers

And I got the book

And he’s tryin’ to show us some love

You ain’t chokin’ you ain’t smokin’

That’s the golden rule

Only blood willcut them off

That’s not the thing to do

It don’t really matter

We can hop back to the Reno

Yeah,for real

It don’t really matter

We can hop back to the Reno

I got some spray

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

And I can’t stop smokin’

I can’t stop this

And I can’t stop smokin’

I can’t stop this

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

How I woke up early this morning

And I head to the dope

Before I’m about to creep

I got the cushy roll

And I pull it really slow

And blow a smoke while I smoke

After the bullets get to work

The more I got the weed

I got the papers too

Step up in the studio

Ain’t got shit to prove

So give me the loot

I’m talking too calm

So you got into the bomb

And I step up in the club

I look like a double-up

Mind through the brocks

Selling tickets like a fan

Seeing my homies’ smiling faces

The type of shit I’m trying to apologize

For being kind of late

I believe I’mma find a way

I’m trying to say a lot of things

But mostly I’m trying to make up for the final days

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

And I can’t stop smokin’

I can’t stop this

And I can’t stop smokin’

I can’t stop this

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy

I’m just a neighbourhood hippy