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Pack your
get stoned.
As we head on down the road. (As we on down the road.)

Now please and take a journey throuhg life.
The experience from what its for 13 weeks.
On a butt in my bottom bucks yeah.
With my from home im catching and rollin Z's.
Countin sheep while im sleeping in my sheets.
Its a way from X in a double feak.
I spend my day walking up and invisible streets.
Smoking weed with the its a hella good thing.

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I spent a lifeitme on the open highway. A tough but I got to do it my way.
My voice is home so far away no day off for another 8 days.
Im passed exhaustion I havent slept for a week. My girls trippin and we searched by the heat.
On top of that my merks guy this blind worst part I thought I was a pack of mine.

Pack bowls pack your bowls. Pack your bowls pack your bowls.
As we head on down this winding road. (As we on down the road).
Pack your bowl lets get stoned. (Ah lets get lets get stoned.)
As we head on down the road. (As we head on the road.)

Yeah you know im always getting stoned. Waking up everyday in the morning bongs.
Big always keepin it hot ya know the type to smoke out like some gun shots.
Put your brain in a slipknot lifes slipknot have you stanidng on a rooftop rooftop.
A foot in the gas lean back while im why its up throw em up roll em up things I last.

Ha ha ha my kinda funny man. Been everywhere smoke can out from michigan.
I heads spinning yo I think I a cat scan. We smoking so much weed on the cap-i-tan.
Richters mind the can a bud light in cans im getting loose when I roll with my band.
And im with my friend we getting out of hand, im on the wrong way flicking us we never back again.

[D-Loc & x2]
We smoke up out the window.
Show at the we go out for broke.
Rips like candle smoke candle.
Toke after toke we roll down the yo.

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Back on the road we write in the of things.
Dippin, Dodging, riding different scenes.
Different counties, cities, and districts somebody call a this crew is so sick!
We the king klick cannabis monsters up lobsters how the hellik they caught us.
And they X to got frota pickin on coranas sippin on coladas.

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