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Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside? |
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Cause' it's nice out and we could get high |
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Feel the sun shinin' and |
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I'm feelin right |
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We outside, |
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We outside (Hey, Hey, Hey) |
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I wake up, throw on some clothes and out the door |
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I won't be back |
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My shinin' sun horizon settin up a lovely backdrop |
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My life's a topic of a lullabye (Ah) |
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A breath of fresh air, is something right |
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I don't wanna be inside today, |
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Just keep it rollin like we ridin' skates |
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I got a happy of haze. |
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I'm thinkin we gon' get high today, |
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And let the sun shine all in my face. |
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Oh yeah this life is good, don't let it all go to waste |
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Just walk outside the door to get your mom off your case. |
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Yeah, free livin', |
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I swear, I be on some hippie shit. |
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But gettin way fresher than the hippies is. |
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I got the, the gift of gab, somethin that you wish you had, |
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Don't even get a strap naw |
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I'd rather kick a rap |
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Enjoy the place that you livin' at stay around |
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We just some kids and this world is a playground |
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Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside? |
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Cause' it's nice out and we could get high |
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Feel the sun shinin' and |
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I'm feelin right |
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We could post outside for the night |
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Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside? |
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Cause' it's nice out and we could get high |
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Oh yeah the sun shinin' and |
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I'm feelin right |
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We outside, outside |
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When I be on some kid shit, gon take my shorty on a picnic |
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And everyday feelin like it's |
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Christmas |
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The kinda weather had by people livin' so priviledged |
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I know the |
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Lord Take, today he was tryna giveth |
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Hey, hey, ey, rich or poor, a sunny day a sunny day, |
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We start the madness as soon as we hit the month of |
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May, Rain, |
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Rain, Go away, |
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Waitin for my homie |
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Mr. Sun to come our way. |
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Little kids runnin' through the streets playin, |
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Papi on the porch he ain't got time to waste it. |
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He's just a old man in the sea, |
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Ernest Hemmingway, |
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Elevate, look up in the sky starin |
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Heaven Space. |
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Second grade, holdin down the corner slangin' lemonade, |
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Everyday hustlin', you ridin' down penny lane. |
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You ain't gonna get a day like this, |
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So put the rest of your troubles with that goodnight kiss |
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Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside? |
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Cause' it's nice out and we could get high |
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Feel the sun shinin' and |
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I'm feelin right |
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We could post outside for the night |
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Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside? |
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Cause' it's nice out and we could get high |
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Oh yeah the sun shinin' and |
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I'm feelin right |
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We outside, outside |
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Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside? |
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Cause' it's nice out and we could get high |
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Feel the sun shinin' and |
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I'm feelin right |
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We could post outside for the night |
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Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside? |
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Cause' it's nice out and we could get high |
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Oh yeah the sun shinin' and |
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I'm feelin right |
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We outside, outside |