| Smokin' that dope but I can’t cope
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| Feelin' depressed and I’m feelin' alone
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| Checkin' my phone, I’m just a ghost
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| They all backstabbed me and left me alone
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| I ain’t got friends, no one can cope
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| Living my life 'til the end of the road
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| Bud is so green that it look like a toad
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| Feelin' depressed, I’m on my own
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| Smokin' a blunt, I’m in my zone
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| Louis my belt, Gucci cologne
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| All of these rappers they sound like some clones
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| Fuck what you say, take my own way
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| Smokin' a blunt straight to the face
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| Smokin' a blunt straight to the face
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| Fuck what you say, I don’t chill with no fakes
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| Fuck what you say, I don’t chill with no fakes, nah
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| I need to get a map 'cause I cannot find my mind
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| Always smokin' up in circles and I do it all the time
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| Feel this sadness every night, I just wanna be alright
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| I spark the blunt and then ignite
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| I take a shot and then take flight, yeah
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| I need to get a map 'cause I cannot find my mind
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| Always smokin' up in circles and I do it all the time
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| Feel this sadness every night, I just wanna be alright
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| I spark the blunt and then ignite
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| I take a shot and then take flight, yeah
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| Smokin' so much to the point I can’t think
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| Stress on my mind, Polo horse on my waist
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| Tommy my cap, dope in my blunt
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| Ounce in my trunk, tar in my lungs
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| Fuck all the ones who be talkin', they full of it
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| Steady just callin', I’m askin' like, «Who it is?»
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| Lovin' me now but was hating me then
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| Don’t call up my number, don’t call me your friend, nah
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| I be smokin' marijuana 'til I fuckin' pass out
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| I be mixin' up the Henny, mix it with the Crown
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| I just wanna be happy but I hate this town
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| I can’t even keep a smile or a friend around, nah |