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All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah I don't give a fuck about the G shit, argh Only give a fuck about a remix Light a fire to your crib and burn your house down I'm savin' the ashes like I was Steve Smith I got the weed lit, you know how the cash feel We puffin' on medicinal vac seals And Young T just came here to puff weed We bust beats, my brother let the lyrical axe wield Look, bitch, I'm movin' the chron grams at All the women with me got Louis Vuitton handbags Rap samples, pray like a mac handle This prodigy been poppin' the bottle, you better stand back So where the grams at? I get a second to none, my head's buzzed from adrenaline rush 'Cause I been whisperin' the ghost like I'm Jennifer Love The 420 fam's gettin' it done, we straight kill shit Headshot, brother, I'm lookin' red hot SongtexteCurrency was lookin' the same colour as Mentos Scorin', stayin' a free man like Morgan Ballin', dollars and pounds on a Rolex watch Guess what? You couldn't tell that MDMA, I been poppin' it in a gel cap Brudda, I'm the boy bringin' hell back (Argh) On point with the pen, so you felt that All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah Hustle on the grind I was at the Rydges at Cronulla with his wife So much cocaine here, flowin' through her vein 'Cause I'm lookin' at her pupils and they've doubled in the size Brother, I was flyin', now I got a duffel on the side Brother, now I suffer in the mind Way that I be livin' got me sinnin' a million miles a minute I can't even look my mother in the eyes Nah, that ain't a lie, tell 'em all, "I don't wanna die" Brother, got the money on the mind Brudda, got the hunnids while the hunnids I swear that we keep it a hunnid in the club Yellin', "Cuzzy, it's a vibe" Buzzin' off a line, battle with the fears I was up and down, had to battle with the tears Never did I quit, a lot can happen in a year Fuck, now I happen to be here Homie, I put on, homie, I be LeBron Winnin' all the games for the Cleveland Cavaliers Homie got a bong, quey and the chron Did a hundred K with the patty in the rear Because homie, I'm a stoner (Argh) Pullin' over, nah, smack it into gear Crack another beer, have another Vallie over here Crackin' open Xannies over here with your bitch like All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah The reason that the girls liked me was And I played and I sing and they said, "Hey, man You, you got, you got soul in that music" I said, "Yeah, I, I play a little bit, you know, I like mu—" Then he said, "Man, you're really somebody" I said, "Oh, I am? Oh, I just got out of jail, I don't know what somebody is" Aus Songtexte Mania