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    Uh, blue skies, blue skies
    I see you with my red eyes
    Bust your fucking grape nigga
    Turn your shit to red wine
    Don't fuck up my high nigga
    I'm too gone, bye nigga
    She get dick, weed and ignored
    That's a D. W. I nigga
    My skin crawlin', my walls talkin'
    The pictures in here lookin' at me
    The ground movin', I'm seeing shit
    I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic
    I'm smoking on that strong
    Got me coughing like I'm getting buried
    I've been fucking Mary-Jane
    I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
    I'm stoned, Mick Jagger
    I can run around Saturn
    Eyes rolling back
    And keep blinking like hazards
    I said king me, king me
    With my mushroom crown on
    I graduated to better drugs
    My cap and gown on
    Don't knock me off my high horse
    What I do is my choice
    I'm high as the scoreboard
    Bitch look up at my points
    I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth
    I got high and fell asleep loaded
    I woke up and got high again
    O. K, I'm reloaded

    Weed, bills and that drank
    That's my trippy kit
    That's my trippy kit
    That's my trippy kit

    Shoutout to my weed man
    Shoutout to my lean man
    Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something
    I'm a gasoline can
    I'm high nigga don't blow it
    I trust it as far as I throw it
    I don't know if I'm coming or going
    T, make my blunt a Samoan
    And I see lights flashing, life passing
    Take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
    Styrofoam cups and wine glasses
    Shot glasses, hot flashes
    My tounges numb, I can't talk
    No banners, my spine hurts
    My mind surf, my eye jerks
    I try different drugs, I'm diverse
    Goodbye Earth, farewell
    High as heaven, I is low as hell
    Keep scratching, keep biting my nails
    Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
    I like weed brownies and cookies
    I'm straight but seeing crooked
    I got my trippy kit
    I hope I trip and fall in some pussy

    Mustard herb in a zip lock
    Twisted up top notch
    Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat
    Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
    This that cali kush, I motivate not gloat
    All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke
    Tryna' get some becky
    in the backseat of the ghost
    Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
    Wake up every morning and I take a drag
    Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
    In your baby mama ear and I'm gona' smash
    They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga
    Juicy J with the taylors, chinese eyes nigga

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