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You gotta go get the Gars, hey

It's a store across the street, hey

Mary Jane, I can't wait til we meet

Baby, you all I need

Pass me the blunt, I need all the weed

Fuck it, just call it greed

We bout to hotbox the room we in

Look like a fog machine

I like to roll up the best

This shit that we smokin, it come from the west

Usher Raymond, I confess

You can feel it in your lungs and your chest

This can take away the stress

I keep a blunt right next to the bed

I Need to get me some rest

I need to roll up the rest

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