| When we’re camping on Christmas Day
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| With a doobie full of weed
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| The trees had some things to say
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| I listened to them shoot the breeze, and
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| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
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| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
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| When we’re camping on Christmas Day
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| With a doobie full of weed
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| The trees had some things to say
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| I listened to them shoot the breeze and
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| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
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| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
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| Wanna talk about the most high? |
| Salute the sun is the motto I go by
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| Since day one, mama been getting it done, it’s dawn, she’s out, it’s showtime
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| Blessing it up, but what do I know, right? |
| I’m not so bright, I’m a simple man
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| Every morning I wake up with my fickle thoughts and my dick in hand
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| So here I’m am in the here and now, my own reflection weirds me out
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| Will this bag of bones just stand alone until I steer it round
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| Around we go, I’ll work these gears I’ve found, I’ll clean it, feed it
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| Find it a bed to sleep with then repeat the sequence until they tag my toes
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| For years it’s housed this monkey mind inside my head, he likes brag and boast
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| About his fears and doubts, he likes to remind me why he’s there
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| Some nights we stare at nothing long enough he loses concentration
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| Tonight I’m in the middle of nowhere viewin' constellations
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| When we’re camping on Christmas Day
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| With a doobie full of weed
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| The trees had some things to say
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| I listened to them shoot the breeze and
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| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
|
| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
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| When we’re camping on Christmas Day
|
| With a doobie full of weed
|
| The trees had some things to say
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| I listened to them shoot the breeze and
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| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
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| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
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| We laid for hours in the flowers
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| Underneath the shade
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| If a tree falls in a forest, but ain’t no one there to witness
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| Does it even make a noise? |
| And does that really make a difference?
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| I can hear these philosophic topics blossom in the wind
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| On the path to droppin' knowledge, you just gots to listen in
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| Life’s a trip, it’s like the more I learn the less I understand
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| A random series of events or are we following a plan?
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| I need to bounce, pick up the fam, they’re pissed, like they can’t hardly see
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| I see the coppers in the distance, tryna dodge their RBT
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| I don’t wanna lose my P’s, roll up to the spot like half past three
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| Got crew round me, kick off my shoes and move my feet
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| I must admit I’m feelin free, it feels so sweet to be away
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| Green up in my DNA, we smoke these trees to ease our pain
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| When we’re camping on Christmas Day
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| With a doobie full of weed
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| The trees had some things to say
|
| I listened to them shoot the breeze and
|
| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
|
| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
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| When we’re camping on Christmas Day
|
| With a doobie full of weed
|
| The trees had some things to say
|
| I listened to them shoot the breeze and
|
| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
|
| Underneath the shade, I use their leaves to help me breath
|
| We laid for hours in the flowers
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| Underneath the shade |