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[Chorus]
Smoked my first blunt when i was seventeen
Been a wild nigga ever since
Apologized to my momma though
Coz i know she taught me better since
All my niggas smoking heavy, all my niggas smoking heavy
I know i got a problem, i don’t give a fuck what nobody say
So I’ma let these drugs take away the pain

[Verse 1]
My Momma friend taught me how to smoke
And Pimp C taught me how to pour up, rest in peace to the niggas die sippin drank
I sip a little bit and hope i don’t go the same way
I started with a gram now i roll a ounce
Everyday, fuck it same amount
Stay away from a nigga like me
If you ain’t getting money, poppin pills smoking weed
I bet my granny on her knees right now and she dont want to get another lost soul
But i know christ, i know jesus and when the times got harder i got closer to my demons

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Feelin like there’s no tomorrow when the weed gone
I find a double cup and lean on
I ain’t worried bout a god damn thang
Hand on my nuts while i grip the wood grain
Uh, been in every city for a little bit and all these new niggas just sound like me
I guess that nigga Loochey be the new religion
So when you see me hit your fucking knees
I pray the lord on my shadow
Of all seeing eyes for when you niggas follow
I ain’t got no time for no booty hole

I keep the shades just to cover my eyes
Smoking weed just as soon as i rise
No, but i won’t apologize
I’m thankful for another day and i know that there’s another way
But i need a whole lotta drank, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta weed, whole lotta swishers take away the pain
I’m thankful for another day and i know that there’s another way
But i need a whole lotta drank, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta weed, whole lotta swishers take away the pain

[Verse 3]
Fuck it, i smoke it everyday
Keep your ass in church is what my granmomma say
Lord knows i need cleansing for my soul
Drop me in that holy water i might come out drapped in gold
Hugh Cutner shit my cousin is the weed man
Used to pass the plates in church now we passing blunts
I smoke it till my face numb then i face one
I roll about 4 or 5 or 6 and hoes
You barely could get one, shit

I’m thankful for another day and i know that there’s another way
But i need a whole lotta drank, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta weed, whole lotta swishers take away the pain
I’m thankful for another day and i know that there’s another way
But i need a whole lotta drank, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta weed, whole lotta swishers take away the pain…

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