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Let me tell you about. How some good old boys do it

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

Now please come and a journey throuhg life.
The experience from what its for 13 weeks.
On a butt loungin in my bottom yeah.
With my pillow from home im catching and Z's.
Countin sheep im sleeping in my satin sheets.
Its a long way from X in a 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 on the open highway. A tough choice 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 slept for a week. My girls trippin and we gettin searched by the heat.
On top of that my merks guy rips blind worst part I thought I was a pack of mine.

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

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

Ha ha ha my lifes 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 with a bud light in cans im getting loose when I roll my band.
And when im with my friend we getting out of hand, im on the wrong way flicking us we never again.

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We smoke up out the window.
Show at the we go out for broke.
Rips like smoke like candle.
Toke after toke we down the road yo.

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

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