It may be silly but I do it anyway I think of you and what you said What's going on inside my head Some days are made for smoking I'm not asking for
country picks Martin Van Burne, number eight For a one-term shot as Chief of State William Harrison, how do you praise? That guy was dead in thirty days
t runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, All right Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this
into this groove Can't you see the signs? Slip on out and slip on into his shoes He dances like a plasticine machine Some guys seize the day Some guys
' Most days are faded, feelin' the next way is Steady wanting freaky hoes then I want a lady Holdin' the fame down and my close homies The people who was there were some
it's your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay It's the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's And run G for days used to see how I
one has ever ever made you feel I mean it's part of our relationships, amazing still I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real you looking mad, girl for
star I made so many highlights touchdown field goal this my night she the wild type ready for the wild night are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type I hope you are
???? Movin up like I got a raise Yet I get it so so paid Now just let me out this cage Lookin like I been up for days Them kids are walkin zombies, not
smoke on Get your feel on, are you feeling? Get your girl on, get your squeeze on Get your bus on, are you chilling? Are you wheeling, are you feeling
each other Shootouts in the playground is where it goes down But back in the days, we rode the merry go round And some little kid might shoot me tonight
for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost catch me if you can, I'm running past while y'all walk [Ca$hi$] Shady made me for bringing it back for the
there and smoking something man You know what I'm saying? Yea, it's Cole, won't lie, won't stop to the race is won Niggas who be rapping how real they are
bah dah, bah dah bah dah bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah [Talib Kweli] Some people cry Some people try just to get by For a piece of the pie You love
s all good And if you don't know, now you know, you know You know very well who you are Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a goal
East state money to make, 1st of the month son chop the wait break the law and gotta score like before Armageddon, mary-tree smoke wettin if thats jeddy, shoppin sprees are
me not to smoke it But I'll smoke it if I wanna 'Cause right now living in the fast lane So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane