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Chorus (Wiz Khalifa): |
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Got no problemsmy weed lit |
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Got no where to goso we rideand we smoketil we cant anymoreand keep floatinuh,pass it to your man and roll another oneand keep floatin'when its almost donewhy don't you go and break down enough for another oneand roll me someand keep floatin'verse 1 (mac miller): |
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And you can pass thatthe kid who rock a snap backsteady blow this hash backuntil my thoughts are abstracthow to get bythats how we livin in this day and age |
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I bring some color to a world thats filled with shades of graythrowin this cake awayto blaze and sip some tanquerayremember spectatin till they pick the kid to play the game |
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Now im an all star blast it out the ballpark |
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In my Lamborghini speedin your a golf cart |
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California dreams |
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Amsterdam reality |
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Life ain't what it seems these the thoughts the weed pull out of me |
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Blow through a thousand trees |
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The whole entire crowd can seelivin in what seems to be fiction im on a balcony |
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I Light one up this for those whoever doubted me |
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Then light another this for those who hold it down for me |
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Passin around the weedno problems at alland you haters keep on hatin man |
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I aint talkin to yall |
