Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore
When i run out of stacks i go and get some more
Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you
He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,
I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel
And we no la de de da i don't care for any people
And no matter where all of my friends go
I keep a level head, gettin high layin low
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
Who the hell would go and wanna, call themselves "marijuana",
Gotta go before neighbors call the cops
And i'm still hurtin over pops
You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you
Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through
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