| Y’all can’t see my eyes behind these shades
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| Y’all can’t see my eyes behind these shades
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| I been fucked up for the last two days straight
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| I been fucked up for the last two days, dog
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| And I can’t walk
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| Got me off of my shit man
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| I can’t lie, dog, I’m so fried, dog
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| I’m so high, dog, this is my life
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| One night I’ma get it done
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| Can’t stop 'til I see the sun
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| One bite, hit the drugs
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| Can’t die, I’m too young
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| I feel just like Jimi back at Woodstock
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| What did you just give me in this Ziploc?
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| Blurred lines, blurred lines, I just fucked for the third time
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| Purple rain, purple rain fell in my cup, slurred rhymes
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| Y’all can’t see my eyes behind these shades
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| Y’all can’t see my eyes behind these shades
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| I been fucked up for the last two days straight
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| I been fucked up for the last two days, dog
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| And I can’t walk, and I can’t walk
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| I can’t walk, and I can’t walk
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| I can’t walk
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| Let me tell you a little somethin' 'bout me
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| I’ma finish what you getting started
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| So don’t be fighting at my fucking party
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| 'Cause I’ma fuck you up
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| Bitch thought of my crew, though
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| Don’t blow my crew, though
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| Make room for the crew, though
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| I got girls in the front, huh
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| 2 grams in the blunt, huh
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| Rolling up that funk, huh
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| I feel just like Ozzy back in '8−5
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| My girl’s just want sloppy ice cream paint jobs
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| I served it up, I served it up
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| It’s the young gunner, you heard of us
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| I just got in three fights
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| So I ain’t slept for three nights
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| Y’all can’t see my eyes behind these shades
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| Y’all can’t see my eyes behind these shades
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| I been fucked up for the last two days straight
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| I been fucked up for the last two days, dog
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| And I can’t walk, and I can’t walk
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| I can’t walk, and I can’t walk
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| I can’t walk |