I know you see me sitting on the cloud high
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Fresh up like the kitchen
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Broke that bitch right up on that counter top
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Me and Mary Jane, Bloody Mary's in the mirror
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Say my name three times, I'll be there with that killer
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Can you smell what we smoking on
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Let me break it down, nugget size of a poke-ball
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Doctor Green come
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Swear just one pick up at have your finger
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Feeling like the back side of a sticker
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Only rolling Bom Bom, need a swisher
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Shawty says she got a pom pom
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She ain't right now, it don't matter to me
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No substraction, tell 'em I'ma add it baby, ugh!
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It feels like I'm in a daze, my mind in a haze
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You can see it in my ways ugh
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But we do this everyday, anybody got a problem wit it
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You know what I'm saying agh
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Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up
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Get right to it, you ain't even gotta ask
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You know what the fuck I'm doing
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I roll it like a diploma, high up
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Trying not to fall in a kush coma
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Yeah
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Second hand smoke, just from the aroma
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Yeah!
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Smell that loud niggas telling me to tone it down
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Ugh got a nigga barely moving
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Stoned like I've been eye fucking with Madusa
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But it make your blunt look skinny like a coota
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We blowing up bombs
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So just relax, sit back and cuff your time
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You're looking for the light, I got it like Tron
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Ain't nobody else on the level that I'm on
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It feels like I'm in a daze, my mind in a haze
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You can see it in my ways, ugh
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But we do this everyday, anybody got a problem wit it
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You know what I'm saying agh
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Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up Roll up
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Get right to it, you ain't even gotta ask
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You know what the fuck I'm doing.
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Bom Bom
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| Kid Ink |
