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    Smoking shit, drinking Henny
    Tripping shrooms, I fuck a lot
    Die a G, living too fast
    You hate me, yo chick lust for me

    Corona in my head on the corner
    Sip slow sip blacked out like a coma
    Surrounded by so many folks but I'm still a loner
    I don't got shit to say and when they talk I'm just zoning
    A introverted kid since birth fuck a friend
    You kickin' it with them now but it's you in the end
    Why you faking like you sad when you got it all made
    Mama in your house, daddy got them bills paid
    Why you faking like you mad when you got no shit to hate
    Living middle class with a stacked dinner plate
    There once was a time when I lived privileged
    Daddy had to die and my mama took a trip
    Mane I'm fucked up

    Smoke
    Drink
    Trip
    Fuck
    Die
    Live
    Hate
    Lust

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    Smoking shit, drinking Henny
    Tripping shrooms, I fuck a lot
    Die a G, living too fast
    You hate me, yo chick lust for me

    Came a long way til fame
    Couldn't believe in faith and now I'm living self made
    Motherfucker talk a lot of shit then get on up in the grave
    If you really thinking it then say it to my face
    I hit it, mean it
    Never think twice about decisions I made
    And I damn sure do not hesitate
    To put a motherfucker in they place
    I'm drinking and thinking about my life
    And all the shit I have been lucky dying
    Don't got a thing to do with it and so me and my trusty brain
    Know a little bit of Buddha too I just meditate and
    I find my true calling in the space so I levitate
    And I

    Smoke
    Drink
    Trip
    Fuck
    Die
    Live
    Hate
    Lust

    Smoking shit, drinking Henny
    Tripping shrooms, I fuck a lot
    Die a G, living too fast
    You hate me, yo chick lust for me

    Everyone has a pre-ordained position
    And everyone is in their place except for you
    That's what people in the best place say to people in the worst place
    There's not a soul on this train who wouldn't trade places with you. "
    Would you trade places with me?
    Fuck you
    Be courteous dear boy the fact is we are all stuck, and we are all prisoners
    The population must always be kept in balance
    For more often than not there have been times
    When more radical solutions were required
    When the population needed to be reduced rather drastically
    We don't have time for true natural selection

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    Composición: Mr.Sisco

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