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tank on E but i got that stank on me
gassed up in this bitch is you higher than me?
got a pack a swish a bowl and home made bongs
fast food fried nigga im dipped like a sunday cone
From thee Earth it grow
One of His very own creations
This feeling is going so slow
For these radical denominations
We express our love in tree
Show them we won't stop
Partaking with such glee
