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Sittin chillin in my living room
Not listening to what they assume
For me to feel sober it's gonna take a day or two
Sitting like I got stuck like i really don't give a fuck
I feel like I got all the luck in the world
To do anything for real
Lost in the world trynna find my home
Going house to house knock knock
Pulling up in that droptop
She give slop then drop
That ass from the top
To the cott and I'm mesmerized
Under the influence on a Tuesday
Skipping school, truent what you might say
Roll it up throw it up
Throw it back while I'm smoking on these grass packs
When you pass that you better not have chiefed all that
Otherwise it'll be your last act
What you did to my grass packs
Feeling paranoia
From the joy in rolling up
Ain't no soul know enough
Of this shit I can get
Rolling feefer rolling with the chiefers
I can heat you up with this blunt
Making you act fast but lifes on rewind
I made with these grass packs
Roll it up throw it up
Throw it back while I'm smoking on these grass packs
When you pass that you better not have chiefed all that
Otherwise it'll be your last act
What you did to my grass packs
Roll it up throw it up
Throw it back while I'm smoking on these grass packs
When you pass that you better not have chiefed all that
Otherwise it'll be your last act
What you did to my grass packs
My grass packs
My grass packs
Yeah