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picture fire burning in the backdrop
Listening to Guttermouth wasting the day
Looking out a little window seeing nothing but grey
Soul wrecked but I'm doing

Older now and laid up by the TV
Waiting for someone to break me lose

Its hard to not just walk right out
And walk about and breathe There's
lots to talk

Born into a chaos
Just simple flesh and bone
And governed by the hourglass
Deciding on the future known
As every willing mortal contracted

Kuz I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I’m so hot bitch
With the squad bitch
Yea we

you want my cooch pot
Cause I got that cooch pot 
Do you want my cooch pot 

Come outside 
I'm by the car
Ain't got no panties on 
I know, I'm so

the mosh pits
Spent my weekends man, going to shows
Guttermouth, shout em out, Chicken Box I know

Cause I live right freakin' by it man
I think about it

My groot ouma bly daar by ons in die huis
Daar na jou kamer, o sy's lekker tuis
Maar Ouma se kamer het bedompig geruik
Want Ouma het geglo om die pot

Murphy´s Pimp Pot

Yeah yeah ya

If you don´t know my name
I go by the name of Murphycat (Murphycat )
The flyest crypto cat on this planet
Ain´t no

the wrist
It's all, it's all in the wrist
It's jumping out the pot, out the pot, jumping out the pot
Jumping out the pot, out the pot, jump, jumping out

Scrape

Future

Future

2017

Shit too real too real
Screamin' for your life
Skr, skr, skr, skr, skr

Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook

[Verse 1]
Mister made his bed, Mister He, yeah he just used his heart but went too far, he's in a coma now barely hangin' by a thread
Just like I

Yeah the pot still hot
28 Grams in the pot get dropped
Baking soda hit it, yeah the pot still hot
Throw the ice on top, and the pot gon' clot
19 Hit

like Hokey Pokey
Out the pot I got that OG
Out the lung I am unloading

Smoke is flowing, barbaco-ing
Barbecuing, world is slowing
Getting baked

the pot before he cook it up
Spit in the pot before he cook it up
He spit in the pot before he cook it up
Been a shooter, you can look it up (look it up,

coffee pot
I might be off my dot
But I want a proper cuppa coffee from a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots (and tin coffee pots)
They're no good to me
If

Well, they don't call me a higher power for nothing
Oh my god, were you stalking me?
No-no, god wasn't stalking you
Eugh
Just light me up

Smokin' pot

Meat Cleaver

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mannibalector

2013

the pot, made it hot then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air, helicopters
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yea a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk

wit' it), rock wit' it (rock wit' it)
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it (pot wit' it)
Microwave or we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop

kief that I can never ever save
I'm a pot head catch me scraping out my bowl
Smoking resin by my self cause I got nothing else to blaze
I'm a pot head I

To much a pepper in she pot

I went up the road
To get some food by miss Rozy"s place O yeah
I stop in To get a little taste
Of what she had cooking

on runnin' with it
Yea I got soul
I was brought up by colored women

Shouts-out to queens that was
Raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside

Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it

not
Only wanna sit around and smoke my pot
Loves me loves me not
Only wanna sit around and smoke my pot 

It all started out when I lived downtown by

And now I'm twinnin' with'em in His image
Now I'm litty like a pot of gold
Glory shinin' through me woah
Litty like a pot of gold
Glory shinin' through