Lyrics:
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Here's your chance don't let it pass you by
Take my hand and we'll fly
Jupiter Island is surrounded by oceans
Majestic ballerinas with
brain
I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it
with this one
Yea y-y-yea
Verse 1 (Increase)
A muthafucka might jus die tonite
A muthafucka might get high tonite
Ain't no use feeling down
Gone head
like gangrene
Broom make me fly so high
If i fall i will be a fall guy
My dogs name is toto
He is loved by moto moto
Green is the color of my sprite
banging screw
Comin' down so fly-y-y-y
Smokin' leaf so high-I-I-I
Slowly rollin' I'm banging screw,
Slowly rollin' I'm banging screw.
What it do it's
(Al Geno on the track)
One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end (like a tight end)
For my darkest times, I just go buy bright lens (buy
llegamos a la cima parece un elevador
Yo conozco maneras de ponerte high
La hierba de colores you can realy fly
Los ojos colorados, pussy red eyes
and dread; we see paint by Pollock
(Come fly with us)
No pot physical mineral is addictive or toxic
(But their lie was)
Till I exposed it
This song ain't about
Hey good looking how you feeling
Flying high like you driving though the sky
Take the wheel in pass on by
No worries in the mind
Going far, going
of a scrap metal junkyard pulling by a line,
Mr. Loon moved his other foot onward, shivers up his spine.
Chorus
When its high time you've found out
Which way
hommies puffin' kush
We stay high, so I fly to Hollywood
My gold chain, cost more then your car
Your bitch go with Me
Cause She don't like when you drive
My
mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, Hennesey and Perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
By now,
you fuckin' with
And watch all the snake bitches sucking dick
I'mma legend in this streets, high as fuck, Al Green
Sitting sideways, gone off that Isaac
going west
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work
Nobody
throat was dried
On that runts am getting high
Soul fly am feeling fly
I was built off of hate
But I can take no more
I done had too many fakes
Can't do
Harley Davidson, ich bin worldwide Chopper
Hazespliffer vom Kush fly
Tectrigger gepullt, high
Sechs Schüsse ins Brustbein
Stoned, aber treffsicher wie
go, gotta get on my grind
(Y'all already know who it is, man)
I got change to make
(Taylor Gang green, let's go, ah, ah, ah)
Nights like this i just
nothing
Light me up and watch the sunset
Approved by the masses
Fly high til' it crashes
The world is stranger in these glasses
For this music I skipped
followed by bluebells too
The cottage roof, grey slate tile
Sketch it first, it takes a while
Birds of colour, perched so high
I need to frame them before
the night, empty voices all around
All my pain ’n worries gone as she was lying in my arms
Bare in her mesmerizing stare
Gypsy girl you fly so high
USE MY VOICE AND WE REJOICE ON THAT SOLDIER LIFE
CUZ I TOLD MY BOYS I WON’T DISAPPOINT WE FLOATING HIGH ON THAT GOLDEN FLY
AND YOU KNOW HOW THE GOLDEN
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
pick narratin' these proverbs and riddles
I'm fresh like green bananas and fly like Continental
'Cause I stay up on my grind late night like Jimmy
I go fuckin' far
I wanna drink more
I wanna drink more
I wanna drink more
I will ride and I'll try until I take flight
I will grind til' I fly
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