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Lyrics
I'm coatin my lungs with the smoke.
And i'm leanin real high,
lend my soul to pope.
And I'm poppin the tags,
Watchin murder she wrote.
And I'm fuckin up fags,
sell my soul to the dope.
And I'm ridin while high,
I just rhyme with the flow.
And I'm lookin for girls,
I don't fuck with no hoes.
And them kids'll be lackin,
I stay on my toes.
I ain't totin a 40,
But hoes could get rolled.
Livin it up,
And I'm in my bedroom.
And I start revelations.
The Beatles for you.
And I do trip at times,
when I'm thinking of you.
So I say that I'm fine,
Then get smokin the glue.
I ain't gettin it in,
But I'm gettin in up
And my pen full of sin,
When I jot throw it up.
When I'm stickin it in,
I'm still sippin my cup,
Smoke away till the end,
Give my life to my brothers.
