420

Song

420

Death Plus, Lil Peep · Garden · 2015 · 4:21

Lyrics

Yeah, right there Smoke all the Sweets 'til I can't even breathe Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (Goddamn) TH, PS3, skate in the street Smokin' my blunt in the trees My thoughts are covered in leaves Ain't never pleased No success, no release Do what the fuck I want Take my time, take my grind Pack this shit up in my blunt I don't need to fucking rap Man, I just need my fucking blunt Fuck this shit, I rap, man, I just need a motherfuckin' blunt 'Cause all I do is smoke All I do is roll, all I do is choke On that potent ass smoke Man, all I do is smoke (yeah, yeah) All I do is roll, all I do is choke On that potent ass smoke Goddamn, purp Dope man blunt In my motherfuckin' blunts Take this shit to my lungs I be smokin' Sour D every day of the month, bitch Breathe, stretch Deep breath Life, death Smoking these blunts to my neck 'til I go Hold in my lungs and I resin my throat Choke on the blunt while I flex on your ho Smoke Smoke Pass the gas and the light Smack on her ass and I bite her I'll make that pussy feel tighter Blowin' my smoke at a spider I'm gettin' bugs high Bitch, I'm a swamp guy I'll give you one shot Bitch, take your best shot I could really give a fuck about you people Smoking reefer like this shit don't make me evil Meet the reaper while I'm burning down the steeple Keep the beeper by the heater, that's illegal Fuck what you thought, fuck what you bought Fuck what you drive, I'm fuckin' your mind Scuffin' my kicks, I play for the Knicks Cuts in my wrist 'Cause I know that nobody can fuck with this shit (yeah) I feel so alone (yeah) Look at the clones If your body is dope but your mind in the gutter Then don't call my phone I'm good on my own Blowin' this dope out my throat Why your bitch won't stop watchin' me for? I got your bitch moppin' the floor I'm gettin' cancer I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, ho I heard you be dancin', ho Don't make me wait, I won't answer, ho Don't got the answers Don't got the answers, don't got the answer, ho I am not fancy, I am not wealthy Bitch, you can tell by my clothes Middle fingers up in the sky Don't ask why, put your middle finger to the sky Middle fingers up in the sky Don't ask why, put your middle finger to the sky Middle fingers up in the sky Don't ask why, everybody wanna get high Middle fingers up in the sky Everybody wanna get high Middle fingers in the sky Middle fingers up in the sky Don't ask why, put your middle finger to the sky Middle fingers up in the sky Don't ask why, put your middle finger to the sky Middle fingers up in the sky Don't ask why, everybody wanna get high Everybody wanna get high Put your middle finger to the sky Don't ask why

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