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change Would like to think you're an angel but you're missing wings This isn't heavon, this is hell You ain't my brethren, wish you well Paradise seems so
to open up Not to just anything But you dime bitch no felicia Must be heavon sent Wanna give sum Mc loven That you never had Got me like oooweee I like what
to calm that When out nowhere I roll upon My saving grace, my munchie heavon Bright yellow letters with the red outline The smell of the air was so divine
and took it up to heav'on for revelations and back again to sacrifice my life for my fam and friends, cause if you fool me once, that's shame on youuu, but
creator of heavon and earth. for the creation and cultivation of the plant marijuana on the planet earth. Wanted by the u.s. government: the lord god
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