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Oh my God, what the fuck is that... Yo... Stand the fuck up
I don't smoke weed but I like the aroma But the whole team that I ride with are stoners Lying on the sofa, lighting the doja Lining the coke up, lime in Corona Lighters and roll-ups, I ain't a smoker Five in the morning, crying on my shoulder Drink drive home in your dad's Range Rover Don't answer the calls when your mum tries phone ya Ain't even sober, pose for the photo Coke in that system, rum in that Cola Work in the morning but ain't gonna show up Always been that sociable loner Sip the Patrón while you lay on the sofa Most of livin' that dream they sold ya Vodka and lime with a splash of the soda Love's a drug so I'll overdose, yeah, fuck it Heading out, out on a budget That's just kicked in, everything's rushing Everyone's buzzing, what are they coughing? That just a roll up or has it got puff in? 'Cause they live for the weekend, live for the spliff With the weed in, pissed every evening Sip the CÎROC and then trip as they leaving Stumbling, mumbling words when they're speaking, wicked When we get fucked we're all dickheads, innit? [?] up your dealer's digits Till he gets here, just sit there and fidget Don't ask questions, nah, mind your business, see? Friends are worried but it ain't that deep Out every night, weekend to mid-week See the sunrise, man it's 6:30 Just tell him you can't get no sleep I can't get no sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
