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i ain't lookin for a fight right
got this herb and my night light
got my homies at side and my heina’s in my ride
doing lines off the dashboard
no I don’t wanna be holed up
but we bout to get rolled up
drinkin tweakin on the weekend better get yourself thinking
or you’ll wind up in jail motherfucker
last time I said it’d be the last time
but this dope got me feeling so fine
spill the wine on the table now reality’s a fable
rock the club like I'm aesop
said I can rhyme but I’m losing my mind
this dopamine is starting lose on it’s shine
still I grab another beer and pop a xan to lose my fear
and now I’m spinning in the backseat
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