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

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

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

Two hits and pass what saints yellin
But fuck that shit, Im till my minds jellin
And when Im done, Ill head to
To play some pool and max a couple friends

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

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

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

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

Here I go reminiscin' about the
Takin to remember where my shit has been
to dancin', fly girl romancin'
Ballin with the homies, buds and relaxin

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

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

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

Ima get you so
Ima make ass fly
Pack up the stand 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 case of a man mind

Smoke sliffs and the life of Riley
Stay and be so damn smiley
For then I wont about tomorrow
Because tomorrow only brings and sorrow

Here I go gettin' deep into my again
Thinkin' 'bout good times, smokin' again
By myself so you say, man you're hooked on
Am I a or a loner man I cant call

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

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

Close my eyes and pray the pain away
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 fuckin'

Delgado my first real true love
Died at twenty three, now shes for me up above
I grabbed a pipe, it tight, start hoggin
Here I go motherfucker my minds bogglin'

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

I wanna smoke sliffs and the life of Riley
high and be so damn 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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