| Alone again wit' the pen in hand |
| Attempting to keep it catchy |
| Elevate from the past and not celebrate living nasty |
| To regulate the egos a full time J-O-B! |
| Try to keep it mello like Polamalu |
| On the side lines in a loss, never wallow |
| Go ballistic at the perfect time wit the proper purpose and the ammo to BLAMO |
| deliver with a WHAMO! |
| On the low, no trophies on the mantle |
| I'm just dope, not broke |
| Sitting at a bar hit the lotto, folks! |
| Cody Chestnutt's a one in a billion, one brilliant bloke! |
| Sparked a career |
| Weird how shit occurs |
| All the days in a blur |
| And they all add up to I'm still on tour |
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| Good weed |
| This that top o' the line bullshit |
| Good weed |
| This that top o' the line bullshit |
| Good weed |
| The way that beat hitting; the way that cat spitting |
| Y'all must be smoking on dat double dribble crossover |
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| They rip out they hair |
| When I spit with a flair, like Rick! |
| Space Mountain baby |
| Cross the back wit a chair |
| Commercial break |
| This has been brought to you by |
| Nobody cares! |
| Desensitization, attention spans are rare! |
| I remain, cane sugar raw! |
| You smoking on a strain called |
| Roundhouse to the ear |
| Make you see what I'm saying |
| Like I said, "Hey. Look here!" |
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| Good weed |
| This that top o' the line bullshit |
| Good weed |
| From miles around, they smell the odor |
| Good weed |
| The way that beat hitting; the way that cat spitting |
| Y'all must be smoking on dat double dribble crossover |
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| Man I don't care who you are or what you're doing |
| Sitting at the top or standing in the ruins |
| A Hallelujah attitude is how to do it! |
| You and I know distractions happen mistake I made a few |
| At times I'm not new at that matter fact of the language I'm fluent |
| And the anguish of human criticism, I'm not foreign to it |
| Money I shoulda made more |
| But what I'm'a gonna hate for the crib paid for? |
| Plus, I'm still a flame thrower |
| Never been a weed eater; I'm leaf blower! |
| Chuck's chief big reefer. He steaming, dream weaving, Crafting nasty patterns |
| We mad as a couple of hatters! |
| They still sweeping scattered pieces of the mold we shattered! |
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| Good weed |
| This that top o' the line bullshit |
| Good weed |
| From miles around, they smell the odor |
| Good weed |
| The way that beat hitting; the way that cat spitting |
| Y'all must be smoking on dat double dribble crossover |
|
| Good weed |
| This that top o' the line bullshit |
| Good weed |
| From miles around, they smell the odor |
| Good weed |
| The way that beat hitting; the way that cat spitting |
| Y'all must be smoking on dat double dribble crossover |
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