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Bottle goin up smoke rollin down
Takin killer rips you know I wear the crown
Getting so high we cannot feel the ground
So high I think I see sound
I think I hear the reefer
Just blowin like a chiefer
I love my baby I love to be with her
On the track I gave her a feature
Big bottle with a little one inside of it
Drink the water man I know you're gonna wanna spit
Get beside it heat it up and flick that bic
Shits red glowing like a candle wick
You know we can't retire, we have to kill the fire
As your getting higher, your brain it will inspire
Feel flatter than a tire, more live than a why er
Frodo in the shire, you turn into a cry er
Beats call me king nah bitch call me sire
Uh we pack up the weed then we hit the geeb
Feelin so high that we are just now being free
Need to go to school and get my degree
So everyone will be so proud of me
 

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