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Featuring Bub Styles Prod By Hannibal King (Verse 1) It's one of those days when you don't give a fuck Where all you need is some peace and a blunt Got a Dutch chillin' on my windowsill Givin' it life with the herb, I feel what's real Nothin' that's around, my dear Hazy smoke, but I'm seein' clear Smear my thoughts with the blunt I steer Way too high, am I still here Girl trippin', phone billin', but what's missing My distance That's why I don't respond, keep my mind on orbit My world is my music and my focus is on it Premature dreams of plush linen Preconceived ideas of what's winnin' I'm not sure what the future holds (Hook) But a wise man told me All glitter ain't gold All glitter ain't gold The wise man told me All glitter ain't gold Songtexte (Verse 2) Yo, it's nothin' funny When the bubba come up in the club and duff your mother I'm watchin' model bitches duck for cover It's so gudda, the big bubba, the blunt puffer It's none other, the nut busta, no rubber The rotund lover I leave a chicka smothered It's so raw, these dope bars got salmonella The instrumental killa, the incidental driller Runnin' with an onion Puffin' dumb and bumpin' Pun and Dilla, classic And on the real, I'd rather smoke before I buy the bar Cocktail, Molotov, blunt lit, mazel tov The pound movin' slow But first before I got it off A slow connect, I had to cross the Ts and dot 'em off The ground is soft Sticky greens, tear the linin' off Solitaire diamonds on, ridin' 'round, high and calm The drinks heavy and the blunts the size of firearms Bong bong, hit the bong Poof and then I'm gone (Hook) All glitter ain't gold The wise man told me All glitter ain't gold All glitter ain't gold The wise man told me All glitter ain't gold Aus Songtexte Mania