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[Chorus x 2: The Weeknd]
Fast life livin', yeah we still tippin',
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid,
Codeine cups, Co-Codeine cups,
Co-Codeine cups, paint a picture so vivid

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
(Talking) “I’m fucked up”
On the lean, poppin' Roze wit a kush blunt,
Wit a bitch, ass fat see it from the front,
Mind gone, man I’m trippin', and my eyes closed,
Everything purple, all I see is weed smoke,
Codeined out, but my bitch gon try,
If you say I ain’t high, then you niggas lyin',
A bunch of Taylors, Memphis niggas gettin' throwed nigga,
A bunch of hoes in the crib, a bunch of old niggas,
Off that oil, and it’s dirty,
And I’m feelin' great, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 just to keep me straight,
You gettin' high, “What hoe?”, Make a decision,
That medical Promethazine trippy prescription,
Cups overflowin', my vision is dizzy,(my vision is dizzy),
I’m like Bobby Brown hoe without New Edition (Chug!)

[Chorus x 2: The Weeknd]
Fast life livin', yeah we still tippin',
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid,
Codeine cups, Co-Codeine cups,
Co-Codeine cups, paint a picture so vivid

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Purple, purple, purple, cup always full,
Pass it in a circle, everybody smoking good,
On the daily might smoke an ounce to fuck around,
weed man sold out when I’m in your town,
2050 Trippy, she got a sippy cup,
They say don’t drink and sip that lean, but I mix them up,
Turned out to the max, real ratchet shit,
She bad and she smoked probably half the bitch,
You niggas still gettin' tipsy,
Catch me leanin', smoke some incredible, feel like I’m dreamin',
My crib in Cali like Texas sippin' DJ Screw,
Fridge full of Bombay but ya can’t find no juice,

[Chorus x 2: The Weeknd]
Fast life livin', yeah we still tippin',
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid,
Codeine cups, Co-Codeine cups,
Co-Codeine cups, paint a picture so vivid

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