#noshirton

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    No shirt on, head hanging out the window
    Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
    Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
    No shirt on, head hanging out the window

    I got tats on my chest, gotta let that shit show
    Yes I am happy to be here, that's just how I feel
    I got enough energy for this whole damn world
    I can change the color of your mood ring just like, woah
    I got, I got, I got a lot of plans to change a lot
    I got some thoughts about the way they making us, and so
    Goddamn dangerous, become an activist
    I might save us all, in Mod we trust

    I'ma buy a hippy bus, fill that thing up with some kush
    Spread love not lust, so
    I'm goin' to woodstock or bust
    There's only one way to roll with us

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    No shirt on, head hanging out the window
    Feel myself, baby, you know how the shit go
    Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
    No shirt on, head hanging out the window
    No shirt on, head hanging out the window
    Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
    Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
    No shirt on, head hanging out the window

    No shirt on, head hanging out the window
    Hair blowing in the wind, blonde as a bimbo
    Always got a smile, that's a permanent dimple
    Why you make so hot look so simple?

    When you gonna get the hint though?
    You could be the one to solve all your issues
    Who give a fuck if they diss you?
    But y'all misuse tissues, you see
    I only cry tears of joy
    I got some mouths to feed, some friends to employ
    It's starting to annoy me
    Every time I hear somebody in my ear bringing bad vibes near

    I'ma buy a hippy bus, fill that thing up with some kush
    Spread love not lust, so
    I'm goin' to woodstock or bust
    There's only one way to roll with us

    No shirt on, head hanging out the window
    Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
    Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
    No shirt on, head hanging out the window
    No shirt on, head hanging out the window
    Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
    Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
    No shirt on, head hanging out the window

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