| Boo just pass me the Percocet
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| But I don’t know if shit workin' yet
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| Tokyo pass me the drank
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| 'Night I ain’t really tryna think
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| We walkin' through the gateway drug
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| Going way way up
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| I swear I can see the ceiling
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| I’m faded feelin'
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| A cold nigga ain’t never chillin' with no fake chillers
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| Pussy money and religion, who ain’t willin'?
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| I think this bogus
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| She sent me her addie', got an Addy to help her focus
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| Snuck her a line of coke
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| But dope ain’t nobody notice
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| Got the shroom with the lemon juice
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| High as a flying lotus
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| Room spinnin' (Room spinnin')
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| Fanta chuckin' the duce in it
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| Who trippin' (Who trippin')
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| Mmkay well that’s who business
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| DMT and MDMA in the DNA
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| Whatever you rollin' she hope it’s laced with nothing safe (Unsafe)
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| 'Cause these minds race without the brakes (Without the brakes)
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| We still here through God’s grace (God's grace)
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| Sativa hit ya like Sharkeisha
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| You get too high I kick your ass out like Martin and Gina
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| Boo just pass me the Percocet
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| But I don’t know if shit workin' yet
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| Tokyo pass me the drank
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| 'Night I ain’t really tryna think
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| We walkin' through the gateway drug
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| Going way way up
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| It seem like I done got so high, I think I’m kissing angels
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| The weed broaden my horizons, I see different angles
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| But if I take another Perc it’ll put me right in motion
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| Don’t need no candy, you mix Codine with the right potion
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| Let me get the blue Fanta
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| I make you trip and wanna threesome with these two dancers
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| I’m super lit that we got faded like a color T
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| I’m painting pictures it was me, Mona, and Lisa in the
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| Blink of an eye it was like me, Mya, and Keyshia
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| Must be seeing shit that ain’t who I was leavin' with
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| Don’t take the whole thing, here we can share
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| Take a piece of this, you ever get so high you get to prayin' Lord listen
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| You gotta bring me back down, I’m serious Lord hear me
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| I swear I won’t get high again
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| So before our battle we can not be tryin' to fly again
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| Back to kissin' angels down, why am I so high?
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| Boo just pass me the Percocet
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| But I don’t know if shit workin' yet
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| Tokyo pass me the drank
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| 'Night I ain’t really tryna think
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| Walkin' through the gateway drug
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| Going way way up
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| Shit, who is but the dopest so far from hopeless
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| Tide clean you niggas soapless, my dick golden
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| Get Rick Owens
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| Rollie on my wrist, it cost my forty racks
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| The OG hit the blunt he had a heart attack
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| Damn, they just sent a text, and I didn’t write her back
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| We got money and respect, now where my power at?
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| Sip, throwback a Perc and Dro shoulder lean
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| I ain’t smellin' none of you niggaa but my nose clean
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| Might have bitches sniffin' lines till they nose bleed
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| I’m higher than Meth and Red in How High on that ivory hallucinate
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| Shouldn’t have never ate them damn shrooms
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| Got me like wild and revving up in my damn room, I might be trippin'
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| Hundred K, my Bent sleep in the interview tell management to blame the Xana
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| I thought it was some candy
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| Boo just pass me the Percocet
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| But I don’t know if shit workin' yet
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| Tokyo pass me the drank
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| 'Night I ain’t really tryna think
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| Walkin' through the gateway drug
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| Going way way up
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| Walkin' through the gateway drug
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| Going way way up |