| Jet fuel in the air
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| Middle fingers everywhere
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| Hundred deep up in here, yeah
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| Fuck the haters, we don’t care
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| It’s the Mile High Club 'round here
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| As I fill up my papers
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| The haters catching the vapors
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| You know I’m holding the flavors
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| The neighbors smell it when I sell it
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| And the hype is major
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| People shell it, gotta have it
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| If you crossing the Vader
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| And when I give a prescription
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| Got you dabbing and hitting the kush
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| Sipping and shining we push
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| Harder than ever
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| For worse or for better
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| We in debt to rhyme, what put my family together
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| We on the jet fuel, pushing to the highest level
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| Call me Johannes Rebel
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| Smoking the finest devil
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| Call me Green Thumb, bitch
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| Remember mine forever
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| While you’re high and we ain’t coming down
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| No time is feather
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| Jet fuel in the air
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| Middle fingers everywhere
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| Hundred deep up in here, yeah
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| Fuck the haters, we don’t care
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| It’s the Mile High Club 'round here
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| I got your medication
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| See we lacing the nation
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| What we blaze is amazing
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| Stoner of the year here
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| I’m the dream that you chasing
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| If you take another hit
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| I know your heart be racing
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| See I be burning with Berner
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| Because me and Berner know
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| Mary’s a very good earner
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| She can turn it up
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| And you can never get enough
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| You can never spend enough
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| You just wanna spend it up
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| And no room for hesitation
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| Cause if you wait
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| And people take your medication be gone
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| They say Green Thumb
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| Tell us why you waited so long
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| This ain’t no pre-run homie
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| While we service the bong
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| Jet fuel in the air
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| Middle fingers everywhere
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| Hundred deep up in here, yeah
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| Fuck the haters, we don’t care
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| It’s the Mile High Club 'round here |