boolin!

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I roll my way

I swung my way

She where I stay

I trust she may

Be the one for me

I'm high as hell

On concrete feet

With two left feet

In the car we meet

Beyond these streets

Beyond retreat

I'm high as hell

With two fresh trees

My mama said

I been blessed

I see you

It's just me, you

That's Lake Michigan

Smoke a lot

I gotta dish again

Here you go

I gotta dip again

Thought I was

I was ignorant

My life been so close

Mission man

Blunt in my mouth

I am citizen

Here we go

I gotta wish the win

Ah, ah, ah

boolin!

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boolin!

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boolin!

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boolin!

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boolin!

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boolin!

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boolin!

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boolin!

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