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new weed clean bong fresh undies
i ain’t into being fly, i’m trying to dress bummy
maybe when its more meals, and lifes less crummy
i might cop a pretty whip and say i get money
but for now i grab the weed and, i get funny
poohing all over these tracks til, i get honey
i’m already hella bright, so when i get sunny
i illuminate the night, fuck i’m fried thats yummy
anyways now i’m dreamin 'bout the future CAPS
STNR!’s home, call me marty, imma take our future back
you stoppin who? you resisting us is useless jack
musics on the low, on the high i be movin crack.
thats in the forms of beats and vocals
bitch i go bononos and prociede to eat the opples
dont forget my fucking CAPS or all the times i told you
lowercasers gettin tossed aside like a old shoe
(autopilot disengaged, fire at will)
you got lungs i got fire that fills, and fire that kills
just ask my supervisor, i get fired for thrills
i need weed, but get high off of skills, for real
while these other dudes for fakin’ it
rippin beats to pieces for the mother fuckin sake of it
"good lord watson, what all do you make of it"
STNR’s on a rampage, flippin tables breakin shit
master of the green, i’m roshi with the yoshi
some naps come inbetween but i mostly keep it toasty
just ask anyone that knows me
always got an OC an always keep an OZ
my glasses rosey like a pocket full of posies
ashes, ashes, we need more rollies
bitch i pray to mary and my bong water is holy
stackin up my chips and, smokin guacamole
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