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Chillin' with my boys, smoking blunts and eating doritos
Just another day of sparkin' up and playin' smash bros
I'll fuck you up with Link, I got that down a swag
so much shit blowin up gettin' heavy amounts of lag
we ain't tryna chill with divas, using us for sativa
one time a bitch got me to roll a half ounce of my reefer
smoked that shit in an hour, impervious to gnar power
we be runnin' on diesel, and you know that shit's sour
Bustin' out some gnary jams, turn that shit up to 11
Cool off in the pool before I kill a 27
Order a large pizza with a free small boo yah
Eat 'til we drop then chase the flavor with some cola
We didn't buy it cold, gotta put it on the rocks
We get it from k and s because you know kingston pizza SUCKS COCK
Chillin' in gazeebs, makin' fun of the bible
We all lack faith, still turning up to Ezekiel
Vomit under the piano, and also under the counter
From the same dude who never hits jumpers, mr. tucker
wouldn't have it any other way in these times of disarray
Times are rough but I kinda hope certain shit stays
the way it is, better than what it's gonna be
when the smoke clears, when there's no more leaves on the trees
the candy shop is open providing opiates for the masses
nodding out in my lawn chair shaded by sunglasses
The good days are fleeting but they're always invited
The rebellion at our age kept us undivided
green games and grape dutches using them like crutches
carrying us through the year, always stocked up in bunches
We were doing it right, getting nothing accomplished
Took me 5 years to tell the story and get that shit polished
only talking to myself but I'm cool with that
Trying to graduate from rap, finish up and never turn back
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