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We're gonna need more weed, I can tell you that Day off, big vibes Big ideas, still have to kick the tires The kick was wide, time expired I fell out, wasn't even tired That's why I don't even really mess with OG, but this one taste like fresh papaya Since the spot got a grill, you know I'm working the fire If it's cool in the shade, I'ma chill If it's cool with you, I'ma hit my supplier If it's any beef, today a good day for a cease fire Or, if not, creep, shoot to kill, hit or miss, get a good night's sleep 'cause now it's gon' be on for real I'm at a Costco in the midwest with a pockеt full of small bills Folded like tacos, borracho El Chapo when it's timе to head for the hills Gazpacho on the veranda, trust me I know it's hot in the fields Jimmy Wopo draped over his steering wheel I was high all day, I escaped I was high all day, I escaped I was high all day, I escaped I was high all day The nose is Pine-Sol and turpentine But the taste remind me of Jamaican oranges that look like limes Pit stop turned into the whole night SongtexteHonestly, we wasn't looking at the time Where I'm from, you don't see fireflies Smell burning in the air, wildfires backlighting the sky Used to be you could have your opinion and I could have mine I'm arguing for a new paradigm Just say he's the best, here's where you sign A lot of people gon' be upset, but in the end it'll be fine The earth is a sphere (You don't have to believe it) I do work The cats working with mirrors, I disappear I was never there (Officer) Walked into the forest filled with fear Couldn't see it coming, but I could hear Something lumbering near Woke up sudden in armchair Cousin like, "Yo, you good to drive?" Nigga, I'm the tip of the spear I was high all day, I escaped I was high all day, I escaped I was high all day, I escaped I was high all day Aus Songtexte Mania