Tell me the wars you're fighting Behind the smile you're hiding All the things I know you want to say We tried our best to find us But there are no lights
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Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooahh, hey! It's 72 degrees outside, zero chance of rain It's been a perfect day We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from
a blunt, that's how you roll a blunt That's how you roll a blunt, that's how you roll a blunt That's how you roll a blunt, that's how you roll a blunt
Yuk, hella high, tinky eyed like Korea. *(chorus)* 20 blunts a day, I been gettin high all day. 20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger. 20 blunts
hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laa Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit Think I'll light another for the blunted
This is something for the blunted Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say
-7 (Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend, dont'cah friend) (Rowl, I don't wanna fight no more, no no,ooh) (Blunt time, blunt time, blunt, blunt, yep)
(Grunts) Check It Out Another Fuckin Sampler, I Won't Even Front, I'll Fuckin' Tell You All About Our Shit Simple And Blunt, And If You Take The Time
Por sentado no doy nada de lo que soy ni el latido mas minimo, ahora no.. It's the air that i breathe It's my fall at your feet It is my song I
Disintegrate She cut off the penis fast Macerate, deforming Enervate, Caponize Blunt force castration Giving life is done Blunt for castration De sexualized Blunt
learn, but it's too late Blunt force trauma to the head But it's too late It's too late It's too late Too late Blunt force trauma Blunt force trauma
Puffy, No Doubt Shit turned out get lucky No matter what you still love me, you whack, you buggin' Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts
smoke a blunt i love to smoke a blunt man hey man you know, my white homies ask me do you like uh, bongs or blunts? i tell 'em blunts, cause i get pulled
my finger tips dude grab the weed, grab the weed, ho i got it! drop the weed, drop the weed(chatter) you know we be blunt crusin' (blunt crusin') x
Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin' you know what I'm sayin' With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine And Jack whose names is Joe Check it, check it,
hunt them out drag them into the streets humiliate them baseball bats spinning out of control in the city's belly running wild throughout the veins of
