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Ima get you so
Ima get you so
Ima get you so
Ima get you so

I go my mind starts joggin
And I know I shouldnt have been hoggin' indo
And now foggin
Its just another of a man mind bogglin

So back up off me, I need to puff
Its Saint Dog and I get enough
Rough, I so I like it goin down
Were all lifted 'cause I just stole a pound

Two hits and pass thats saints yellin
But fuck that shit, Im hittin' till my jellin
And when Im done, Ill to Flannagans
To play some pool and max with a couple

Grabbed a sack, its off to a local
Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it
Windows up so the bugs gettin
And if youre in you escape the indo

Oh shit, its deep into my mind
I took seven off that bud called kind
I close my eyes, my starts joggin
I go again, man, Im mind bogglin'

Ima get you so
Ima make ass fly
up the bong stand by
Ima get you so

Here I go my mind starts
And I know I shouldnt been hoggin' that indo
And now foggin
Its another case of a man mind bogglin

Here I go reminiscin' the weekend
time to remember where my shit has been
Dinner to dancin', fly girl
Ballin with the homies, buds and relaxin

High is how I was smokin'
Fuck the weed, indo is what Im talkin
to my lips as I tilt my head back
Lookin' like a mack Im down to blaze a sack

I said, inhale,
hit so I said, "Thats swell"
Pass a tweak to the left, buzzs set in
I need some fresh air because Im high off in

I walked the door but I didnt get far
My high kicked in, I a seat at the bar
As I look into the sky and the air smoggin
Here I go again kid, Im mind

Ima get you so
Ima make ass fly
Pack up the bong by
Ima get you so

Here I go my starts joggin
And I know I shouldnt have been that indo
And now foggin
Its just another of a man mind bogglin

Smoke sliffs and the life of Riley
Stay high and be so damn
For then I worry about tomorrow
tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow

Here I go gettin' into my mind again
Thinkin' 'bout good times, kind again
By myself so you say, man you're on chronic
Am I a stoner or a man I cant call

In this cell-lock realm that Im livin in, dog
I got members fiendin' from the cocaine
And ones locked up in prison
why Im bailin, yellin, man fuck the system

All the pressures of this life get me
So I reach for the bong so I can get
I blaze a bowl hope it takes me to another
To escape the and all my lifes trouble

Close my eyes and pray take the pain
Ask the Lord, "Should I to see another day?"
Rob Harris died, I guess one of lifes little tests
Jason Thirsk took a bullet straight to the chest

Monique Delgado my first true love
Died at twenty three, now waitin' for me up above
I a pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin
Here I go again motherfucker my bogglin'

Ima get you so
Ima that ass fly
Pack up the stand by
Ima get you so

I wanna smoke sliffs and the life of Riley
Stay high and be so smiley
For then I worry about tomorrow
Because tomorrow brings pain and sorrow

Ima get you so
Ima get you so
Ima get you so
Ima get you so

bogglin
Mind
bogglin
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