Lyrics:
Boogie board ay yeah boogie board
Shorty lay on me like a boogie board
Boogie board boogie board
Go and catch the wave like a boogie board
Excuse me
boo-friend
Will you be my ghoul-friend
Because I want to be your boo-friend
Got a Ouija board just for the two of us
Communication's key to building trust
Got
Aye man communication is key
And she complaining bout communication
I'm really focused on this bag
I'm trying to elevate
If you can't understand
not prepare
A man they once adored urinating on the floor
On this evening so wicked, a wretched demon awakens from slumber
Communications with
This a joint for my dead ones
Had to pour a drink out had to roll something
This a joint for my dead ones
had to pour a drink out had to roll
should
We gon’ smoke old school
Joints: Clint Eastwood
Uh, best board the time machine, bitch
You can write a movie off
The shit I done seen
Rolling them
on triple j.
But they would've driven the joints.
They must need flyer points.
From the boogie woogie doobie board of Carousel B.
Spare a thought for us
break off the block with raw, my stock is more
The General, watch your board
Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
Every time I get a joint to blaze I just coin a phrase because I'm round some money
Get a lighter then I board a plane
Make some bad decisions with
this place
So hold my beer I'm gonna go catch this wave
Pass that joint I'm gonna go love my girl
Yea, pass that joint I'm gonna go love my girl
She's
2020 frozen, Stayed golden
Smoking clouds, I was floating
Fear and loathing
On my board, I keep rolling,
These joints,
Trying to smooth out the points,
Pharrell's diamond-studded gold
Chain that sit's fat
As a tow rope at the edge
Of the mixing board ocean, dressed in
A gray Supreme hoodie, jeans
And black
now I got a new thing, got a new aim towards life, wondering what the future's like
I can see my own name on boards with lights
Travel around the world
Outside of...
Fast Food Joints...
These be fast food joints
Cuz they rolled real tight
If you know bout that man,
Let him know on sight
What's good with
Ditch hua tujhse mila nahi point
Miss Kiya tujhko bana liya joint
Chote aasu gire par dukh mera giant
Bachi galtiyan teri wo bhi kardi avoid
Ditch
Dear Mama you gots to know
It’s difficult for me in this world
Dear Pops, sorry to disappoint
I gotta smoke another joint
Grandaddy, was a war hero
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man, they call the Mario
You pull up
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man, they call the Mario
You pull up
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man, they call the Mario
You pull up
complaining
But it's been harder maintaining
So I smoke another joint
Another joint, another joint
Know what I'm saying?
This is me escaping, steady baking
rechts, vor mir wird das Gras
Gerollt in Joints, von Wien bis nach Prag
Es ist Sonntagnachmittag, alle Mann an Board
Wir sind wieder auf dem Rückweg, den
facin'
We must be patient nothin' better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin'
No
facin'
We must be patient nothin' better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin'
No
King, checker board nigga go and crown me
Pushin' rhymes underground like moonshine
With jump like juke joints
Ridin' like old 'lacs
Down like 4
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