| God damn
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| You can smell that through the bag
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| Damn right I brought some for the whole class
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| God damn
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| You can smell that through the bag
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| Homie, where your head at?
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| Break that up and roll that
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| Fuck is you selling them?
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| Man that Audiodope be propelling them
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| All the competition, we excelling them
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| All these compositions be like contradictions
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| For that weak shit you put out on the block
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| Hands together, boy we praying it stops
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| Always got a better cross in my sock
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| Always gotta keep in line for the AUX
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| I don’t be cuffing this shit
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| I don’t like cussing, got cuts on my wrists
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| Yeah, you my bitch
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| Mary, Mary, but she leaving me ripped
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| Fairy Mary when she hitting my lips
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| Straight from the earth my whole catalog
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| Got them chasing the highs like it’s cat and dog
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| Geodude, catch me rolling stone
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| Rock and roll like Golem
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| Looking like «I told ya, bitch»
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| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
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| I spit the wrap only with grass and twist it up
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| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
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| They come fast like «I can’t get enough»
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| God damn
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| You can smell that through the bag
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| Damn right I brought some for the whole class
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| God damn
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| You can smell that through the bag
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| Homie, where your head at?
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| Break that up and roll that
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| Puffing on that seaweed and forgot to look
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| Got me so high I forgot the hook
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| Smoking longer than an iodine half-life
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| Blunt so big, probably hit it in a past life
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| But I can get ya what you need if your cash right
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| Like gas, like turn this shit to ash, right?
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| Like trees, like leaves in the breeze
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| Like grass, like green, like cheese when it stinks
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| I’m saying when I’m up this high it’s panoramic
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| Dab after dab, damn I can to speak
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| And every evening I write my demons
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| How I exorcise and made me to a heathen
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| The reason I keep on blazing
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| No persuasion is needed, I’m fiended
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| Teach me the THC, I breathe in deep
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| Toke low-key like I talk to gods or rebels
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| And I’ma start-ah!
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| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
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| I spit the wrap only with grass and twist it up
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| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
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| They come fast like «I can’t get enough»
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| Quit being wimpy and light it up
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| My crew got the juice come be hype with us
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| I know what you want, baby light it up
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| Twist it, twist it up (Take off right into the sky with us)
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| I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (rolling)
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| They come fast like «I can’t get enough»
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| God damn
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| You can smell that through the bag
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| My crew got the juice come be hype with us
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| I figured you into that kind of stuff
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| God damn
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| You can smell that through the bag
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| Light it up, light it up
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| Take off right into the sky with us |