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    Haze shouldn't even exist
    I ain't gonna lie, haze almost shouldn't exist, we just left Cali
    Yeah, I couldn't wait to come home
    I couldn't wait to come home to hit some haze
    (I was high as a life, I don't even got high off of that shit)
    This nigga buys all haze, man
    Man, the weed man come, he want all haze
    You not gettin' high like that
    (You in slow motion, you think you in fast motion)
    (No that's sour)
    Bingo!
    But you know you in slow motion
    You just think you moving quick and you really not
    And you still stuck there
    You can't get on the elevator, you can't go to court, you can't go to a wedding, you can't go to your kid's school, you can't go to none of that
    But this nigga'll blow all haze in here the whole fucking day
    (Haze for life)
    Get that shit outta here
    That shit smell like the rainforest, it tastes damp
    Gotta roll up one turkey link, roll a turkey link hoss
    You gon' roll one turkey link and you good
    And you still functioning
    That right there is giving you the medicine boy
    Before evening time
    Blow haze when you see me in my shit
    That shit don't even taste right though
    That shit taste like the 90s
    That's what I'm looking for

    Morningside Heights, for back then the building was nice
    Old biddies out front with The Watchtower ask if you know Christ
    She buzzed me up
    Elevator grind and hiccup, pray it don't get stuck
    I had the Cuban cut (Say word)
    Whole floor smell like nag champa
    Shoes at the door, roommate Rashanta lit a bowl
    No blunts allowed, had to burn it raw
    Had to burn it raw

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    Dick Gregory on vinyl
    Rugs like 1970's Cairo
    Burnt sage, roll j's on Amharic Bible that she found on 113th
    Half the stuff in here they found on the street
    I helped carry that TV, stupid big
    Corner apartment, the Sun run riot
    French doors, hardwood shinin' to where the Sun got tired
    Frankie looking like she might just burst into fire
    Summer months burnished by the Sun
    The crooked teeth just made her more flier
    Mismatched sockfeet, a distant choir
    Floating
    Broken jazz float in
    Big windows open
    It's easy to forget we in the ocean
    Italian icees, Marino's left out till slightly unfrozen
    Tiny window
    Waiting for that moment

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