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Eight AM, I'm out of weed so I had to hit the dispo
Budtender kinda nice so I had to leave a tip for him
Shit, I'm tryna get high, I'm smoking weed before I get home
When I touch back to the crib, you know I'm gonna get blown
And I ain't talkin' bout a women, bitch, I'm talkin' bout a big bowl
I'm a San Jose nigga, smokin' weed straight from Frisco
I'm smoking on sativa leaves, I ain't tryna smoke no indo
& I don't smoke no outdoor weed, you know I'm smokin' on some indoor, huh
Fuck it, I might just take me some edibles
250 milligrams, got a nigga feelin' incredible
I ain't tryna pay no taxes, so I had to cop my medical
I told the budtender, I want whatever's highest on the pedestal, huh
Yeah, you know I'm talkin' top shelf
This shit'll put you in couch lock and make your top melt
Yeah, I'm smokin' on some big sticks
Shawty red stains on the joint, she got big lips
She got so much ass, I don't know what to do with
I said her ex nigga lame, we scratchin' shit up off the do list
Think he fuckin' with me? Please tell me who the dude is
My ex bitch called my phone, picked up like, who this? (what the fuck?)
Bitch, you knew the old me
I'm chasin' racks by myself, smokin' on my own weed
Niggas that I used to look up, callin me they big homie
Everybody think they know me, but they don't really know me
And I don't care if you say you love me, bitch you gotta show me
And I ain't believing shit, actions speak louder than some words
Ain't nobody taught me shit, I just heard what I heard
& I ain't worried bout no gossip, leave that shit for the birds
This some fresh lemonade, I ain't sippin on Calypso
It's a nice summer day, sun is shinin' through the window
Take a one hour drive just to get to San Francisco
Bank account lookin' dry, so I had to check my crypto
And that's just to ease my mind Bitcoin goin' up, just hit an all-time high
Investin' into XRP, throwin' 20 on the side
I'm chillin' right up on the beach with my feet up on the tide, huh
Bitch, you knew the old me