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wake up to a text from my boy sayin,
we gotta re-up, re-up,
re-up, pretty girl with her feet up,
Rollin for me, refillin my cup,
She helpin me combat that dry tongue,
I wrote words for her,
I probably should have sung,
on a track about a chick named mary,
She chills in my lungs,
Buds always hairy,
Tricombs, weed smoke, and speed zones,
I'm scary high, I don't even know,
she say she don't usually smoke,
But I think I can convince her to give it a try she prolly won't,
Now she say that she'll smoke weed until she die,
A hit to ease the pain,
One more to get her by,
Rollin one for later,
Hide it in the clutch,
Smokin weed forever,
Never got her much,
But it's a cherry on top of that paycheck,
wrap it up, have sex with latex
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