(Verse 1)
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It's one of those days when you don't give a fuck
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Where all you need is some peace and a blunt
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Got a Dutch chillin' on my windowsill
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Givin' it life with the herb, I feel what's real
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Nothin' that's around, my dear
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Hazy smoke, but I'm seein' clear
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Smear my thoughts with the blunt I steer
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Way too high, am I still here
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Girl trippin', phone billin', but what's missing
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My distance
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That's why I don't respond, keep my mind on orbit
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My world is my music and my focus is on it
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Premature dreams of plush linen
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Preconceived ideas of what's winnin'
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I'm not sure what the future holds
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(Hook)
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But a wise man told me
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All glitter ain't gold
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All glitter ain't gold
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The wise man told me
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All glitter ain't gold
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(Verse 2)
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Yo, it's nothin' funny
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When the bubba come up in the club and duff your mother
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I'm watchin' model bitches duck for cover
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It's so gudda, the big bubba, the blunt puffer
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It's none other, the nut busta, no rubber
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The rotund lover
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I leave a chicka smothered
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It's so raw, these dope bars got salmonella
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The instrumental killa, the incidental driller
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Runnin' with an onion
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Puffin' dumb and bumpin' Pun and Dilla, classic
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And on the real, I'd rather smoke before I buy the bar
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Cocktail, Molotov, blunt lit, mazel tov
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The pound movin' slow
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But first before I got it off
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A slow connect, I had to cross the Ts and dot 'em off
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The ground is soft
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Sticky greens, tear the linin' off
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Solitaire diamonds on, ridin' 'round, high and calm
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The drinks heavy and the blunts the size of firearms
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Bong bong, hit the bong
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Poof and then I'm gone
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(Hook)
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All glitter ain't gold
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The wise man told me
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All glitter ain't gold
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All glitter ain't gold
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The wise man told me
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All glitter ain't gold
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Ain't Gold
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| Bryant Dope |
