Aight, pack my bags head to the north
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forty acres in the mew give me two in the porsche,
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through this course a chapter in life with many type o's
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I'm fourteen rolling blunts with my eyes closed
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Through this window, see blunts filled in indo
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Wishin' I was high when I heard
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On My Way To GA
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| Nappy Roots |
