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(cough) |
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(Verse 1) |
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Searching through the Indica smoke |
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Trying to find a peace of mind |
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I feel my thoughts starting to unwind |
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I seem to be spinning, that's another second hand |
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On a cock, and I can't make the spinning stop |
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(Don't stop (cough) do it) |
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I stumble through the living room into the kitchen |
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I got the munchies and all I got is cold chicken |
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My mouth is kind of dry, and my eyes are low |
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Still hungry, so I picked up the phone |
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Try to call the pizza man, but I can't remember the number |
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So I laid down and tried not to fall under |
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The scales of the bud has plain got me |
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But I would ride around, but I forgot how to use a pen |
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So I grab a pad and pen from the floor |
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Heard the doorbell ring, but I can't find the fucking dough |
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Feels like I'm being watched every move that I make |
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I got my .357 so they gonna break |
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Looking through the ashtray for the roach |
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But I think of better plans before I wind up on my ass |
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And pass the fuck out, cause I'm getting high as a kite |
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Trying to get a grip on life |
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I try to close my eyes and lay down |
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But it feels like I'm being spun on a merry go round |
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It feels good to have a mellow mind |
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But I think I'd better watch it |
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Trying to get through the High Timez |
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(Verse 2) |
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The hoez is good at he shit |
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And I think want to get lit |
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Jazz, what a hell of a split for me to get with |
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Grab the ashtray and a lighter and get straight to the point |
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So I can hit a joint |
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Aw, shit |
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Now I'm all Fantasy Island |
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Where man game gone when I'm playing with his ding dong |
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Man, if you're gonna give it to me |
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So I whisper in his ears, it's all clear, say do me |
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There's a little bird calling my name |
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I took a look around, and my lover met a new flame |
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So I sit in the heat 'cause it feels good |
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While on my mind I'm a tropical neighborhood |
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I see a little monkey on a vine |
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Swinging closer to me and he hands me a glass of wine |
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I take a sweet sip and lay back |
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Trying to figure out where Babygirl and Jazz is at |
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Could have sworn they was just here chilling |
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Fuck it, 'cause those hoes is grown women |
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I'm in a tropical paradise all by myself |
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Without a care in the world, like a little girl |
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I feel a tiny hunger pain inside |
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So I get a piece of fruit, but it vanishes before my eyes |
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Could I be hallucinating? |
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Or am I out of my mind, getting teased by the High Timez |