could bottle what you got then life would be too perfect I'll take it as it comes, any way you choose to give it Any way you choose to give it is sincerely
what you got then life would be too perfect I'll take it as it comes, any way you choose to give it Any way you choose to give it is sincerely a
grippin' on the wheel Turn it, turn it Blow another stack I earned it, earned it Blow another amp Pull another tramp Light another blunt Burn it, burn it Flame it
Grain grippin' on the wheel Turn it, turn it Blow another stack I earned it, earned it Blow another amp Pull another tramp Light another blunt Burn it, burn it Flame it
doubt) Any weed you blow, we keep the 'dro My nigga, weak beats you flow, son spit it, come get it We pure, one sniff (ugh), don't forget it, we dope
sky It's pitch-black no stars time for you to die Why is what you ask me? But then I ask you, why are you a bitch motherfucka then I blast you Send you
