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the torch 
For my rig nail dome made of quarts 
And I’m homies with my source 
So he hit me "you at home by your porch?" 
Come through we can smoke like "of

sergeant for a dream
I been drillin it
Chillin in the back
To the nines
Like willie nelson
I'm ill son
Whassa deal son
You lookin pale son
You need

smoke is that murder, you can call me the assassin
Young Willie Nelson baby spark it up and then pass it
Boys puffin' up they chest, but they ain't really

one of his coupes
Sessions with Devin The Dude 
Willie Nelson Tommy Chong just to name a few
Whoever invented dabs? Man this one for you.
Got me feeling

care? I fuckin' don't
Y'all make it rain, I'ma damn cyclone
Bad to the bone with a big ass bong
Smokin' like a Willie Nelson song

Tattoos I got them

and a Willie Nelson t-shirt
that she said she got for four bucks from a sale in someone's yard
Then she moved closer, took a seat right next to me
said I'd tell

a jungle sometimes like Melle mel said
I was pulling strings for rock like Willie nelson
First time I went on the road I Brought my nigga ellyson
Second time

beltin'
Solo staying burning more than Willie Nelson
They gon need a big favor
Prolly cuz they know I'm a risk-taker
Remember when I didn't even have

fight til' 
Black Lives Matter 

I'm going to name a few of the victims killed by police brutality in the past decade

Janet Wilson

Willie Tillman

How I'm Comin'

LL Cool J

14 Shots to the Dome

1993

[Chorus] 
(I'm comin'.) 
How ya comin', baby? 
(I'm comin'.) 
This is how I'm comin'. 

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.

They advised us to shut it down
Turns out the officers were Yorktown boys
I guess those guys never left town
We ended up getting Willie Nelson'd again,

the Byrds and more)
Guy Allison/Keys (Doobie Brothers, Moody Blues, Air Supply) 
Kyle Appleton/Guitar (accompanied  Glen Campbell, Willie Nelson, Dwight

around here
I like Willie Nelson records, playing checkers, and I like getting high
But I don't mind leaving it all behind cause I love that you're Taking

digits on dial like the numbers on the pad
So don't slumber on the lad, I put lumber on the ave
Spend ya summer on a slab, goin' dumber off a dab
Willie

’m a star and I pray to God I’m a livin legend
Like Willie Nelson I really felt it
My pen is meltin
Felt the Holy Ghost now I Need the blessings like thieving

Apple Tree Swing

Sonny Boy Williamson I

Rare Sonny Boy

Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,

Gotta pour up R.I.P. to Pimp (Too much)
I don't know how many cups I'm sippin'
Tryin' to smoke one with Willie Nelson
Get so high that I'm moonwalkin'
I

Harvest Time an Ganja Me look
Medical ID I'm no crook
High grade open your mind like book
Sixteen bit Nintendo Kush
We no PayPal we no Venmo Kush
Willie

All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been

baggage now

Don't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down

Closed my eyes and years flew by
I still remember that clear blue sky
Willie

cheese, ill hang him by his rat tail, I kill rodents
Flu flammin', two whammers on me when I'm dough huntin'
Bring all your friends through, bitch, I'm with

prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love

now tryna cause a problem hoe
Smoke trees all the time no Willie Nelson
Putting racks on ya cap so that you get dealt with
God dropped me and sent me

some older friends
Rough patches in my marriage made me wanna chase these hoes again
Whiskey River, Willie Nelson, bitch I'm on the road again
Slow it