Auto-Pilot

Samara Cyn

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    You like a flower from the hood
    Grown right out the concrete
    I see you from the mud, babe
    You made it out you eating good
    Still for your life a bounty
    Run for your life my dear
    You get that top shelf just to ease your mind
    Only the best because you do your best
    I know you do your best
    Your only way to slow the time, yeah
    I mean what else is there for you to rest
    What else, what else

    Your vision cloudy
    Cloudy like the room from this blunt smoke
    You puff on chemicals straight from the feds
    Good ganja what we get from the islands
    Check your meds
    Your vision cloudy
    And that got you in this auto-pilot
    Remote control give way to stress
    Man, fuck all of this stress
    Check your meds
    Check your meds

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    Man, pardon me, pardon me, pardon me that's my steez
    That's just my steez, baby
    And it's magic in my fingers lil baby make a pearl out of trees
    It's been a long week
    Know it's been a long week
    The man on the TV keeps saying it's weed
    Hold up wait what?
    We'd do what?
    Ain't late to the party, we just pulled up
    Did a little drugs, we ain't do too much
    Walked in the door and the whole party sleep
    Wait wait hold up hold up wait, just please
    Think the government want us dead, just me?
    Who you think funding that mess, that's we
    Smoke in my eyes motherfucker can't see
    Smoke in my lungs motherfucker can't breathe
    Smoke got me tripping, I been thinking od
    And my phone keep blinking
    Saying covid still alive
    Motherfucker, don't sneeze
    Don't post that, there's ash on your knees
    If people see that they'd be on you like fleas
    Or maybe I'm high as fuck
    Maybe I'm bugging or we really onto something
    Man, fuck it. I ain't fronting. Roll another one up

    How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
    If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
    How many woods
    How many woods
    How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
    If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
    Aye, wait, hold up
    How many how many how many
    How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
    If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
    How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
    If a hood nigga could
    If a hood nigga could, shit
    How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
    Would a hood nigga smoke
    If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
    If he could smoke woods in the bitch
    How many how many how many
    How many how many how many
    How many how many how many
    How many how many how many
    How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
    If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
    Wait
    Wait
    Wait

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