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In the heart of sunshine | We play with gods and guys who light up the way | Trees from the grower
In the heart of sunshine We play with gods and guys who light up the way Trees from the grower On a pound of weed, so I move slower Say she came to the studio back in the day, but I don't know her Smoke Khalifa Kush, my eyes lower, uh Mind of a stoner, fuck that Mind of a owner, Rolls-Royce, mine getting chauffeured Always getting to the point, always rolling up a joint Always able to supply what they wanting Always staying on my grind this ain't comfort Wanted kush, make sure they got what they come for Roll me up a joint, but I need one more My niggas on, my bitch bad, and my weed bomb Ain't telling niggas nothing, that's what the police for I'm doing great at my job, you should be doing yours A lot of smoke in the air when I open my door My clothes s'posed to be tailored, car s'posed to be foreign Life full of excess things and they s'posed to be boring Count this money up and do the same thing in the morning I got paid two million dollars just for performing I'ma light this joint up, I won't give you a warning She gon' jump right in my car, don't care about her boyfriend She gon' bring some of her friends and tell 'em to join in Stay away from the drama, I try to avoid it What I give 'em? Red eyes What we givin'? Red eyes What they gettin'? Red eyes What I give 'em? Red eyes What they gettin'? Red eyes What I give 'em? Red eyes They walk me in the back door, I'm the owner of it I dropped Kush and OJ, you a stoner because of it I roll up another one, that's another roach clipped I got busted with three joints, they weighed it and told me it was a zip That's a lot of weed smoked in one sitting Break it all down, don't have the nerve to tell me it won't fit I'm the last one smoking and the first one rolling up sticky Weed snob, that means I'm picky I got paid two million dollars just for performing (yeah) I'ma light this joint up, I won't give you a warning She gon' jump right in my car, don't care about her boyfriend She gon' bring some of her friends and tell 'em to join in Stay away from the drama, I try to avoid it What I give 'em? Red eyes What we givin'? Red eyes What they gettin'? Red eyes What I give 'em? Red eyes What they gettin'? Red eyes What I give 'em? Red eyes
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