Summer Daze

Devilish Trio

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    Well its that mothafuckin cracka
    Rippin on through the south in my mack truck
    Smokin weed out

    I can't see shit through the glass
    But I'm still goin
    The twistin of the blunt brings me ease
    I think I've puffed about 1000 just today
    It ain't easy to get this faded

    My brother baker
    Hes steadily rollin that sticky we chief it
    Busta now I'm high as a bitch

    And you know its tenngage bumpin
    On them speakers they're knocking
    The clock it ticks and it tocks
    But the trio never will fall and until the end
    I'm gon keep on livin life like my death
    Is creepin up right around the corner

    Soon I'll face with the devil
    And so I piss along the dirty grave of the priest
    Behold its summertime sucka
    I'm gon toke on that green and just do my thing

    I am simply tryin to cope with this heat from the Sun
    Its not my fault I'm goin crazy its the planets call
    Hell when its finished mane it plans to blow and kill us all

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    So I suggest you make your move
    You might not see tomorrow
    They paint a picture but this world is a lie
    The simulations gettin glitchy

    So I'm needin more pot to keep me sane
    Its fuck the system
    Revolution moves in silence
    The grown will protect their own
    And I'm gon do it with pride
    Like a soldier

    It's that time of the season
    I can feel it when I'm breathing
    In this funk that got me stuck upon this couch
    Like a cretin

    Smokey eyes got me fading
    The Blunts stay in rotation
    The music keeps on playin cause there is no time for wasting
    What's the word have you heard that the trio's on the verge
    Resurrecting what you miss we bringing back that southern spur

    Cotten mouth serpent son with a mission to survive
    Only worried bout myself my brothas and my state of mind
    Magic Invoker flicking lightening from my fingers

    Coming cryptic with the stinger
    I'ma wizards dead ringer
    Wearing robes made of gold raining diamonds from my hair
    Blood is thicker then oil Releasing fumes in the air

    Addin one plus 2 3 shadows on the move
    Creepin when you least expect it
    Soon the static will consume
    Summer time on my mind

    Burning fast as I rise
    Trio is my alibi and I'ma live it till I die
    I wanna eat like a big dog

    Put me in a pent house living like a movie star
    Maybe outta place but a playa tryin dream large
    Get a little taste now everyone seems small

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    Composición: Baker y Hydra Mane

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