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Yesterday
5:34
p.m.
Stand
the
fuck
up
I
don't
smoke
weed
but
I
like
the
aroma
But
the
whole
team
that
I
ride
with
are
stoners
Lying
on
the
sofa,
lightin'
a
doja
Lining
the
coke
up,
lime
in
Corona
Lighters
and
roll
ups,
I
ain't
a
smoker
Five
in
the
morning,
crack
on
my
shoulder
Drink
drive
home
in
your
dad's
Range
Rover
Don't
answer
the
calls
when
your
mum's
trying
to
phone
ya
Ain't
even
sober,
pose
for
the
photo
Coke
in
their
system,
rum
in
their
cola
Work
in
the
morning
but
ain't
gonna
show
up
Always
been
that
sociable
loner
Sip
the
Patrón
while
you
lay
on
the
sofa
Boast
I'm
living
that
dream
they
soldier
Vodka
and
lime
with
a
splash
of
the
soda
Love's
a
drug
so
I'll
overdose
ya,
fuck
it
Headin'
out
out
on
a
budget
That's
just
kicked
in,
everything's
rushing
Everyone's
buzzing
What
are
they
coughing?
That
just
a
roll
up
or
has
it
got
puff
in?
'Cause
they
live
for
the
weekend
Live
for
the
spliff
with
the
weed
in
Pissed
every
evening
Sip
the
Ciroc
and
trip
as
they
leavin'
Stumbling,
mumbling
words
when
they
speakin',
wicked
When
we
get
fucked
we're
all
dickheads
Innit,
bell
up
your
dealers
digit
'Til
he
gets
here
Just
sit
there
and
fidget
Don't
ask
questions
Nah
mind
your
business,
see
Friends
are
worried
but
it
ain't
that
deep
Out
every
night,
weekend
to
mid-week
See
the
sunrise,
man,
it's
6:30
Just
tell
him
you
can't
get
no
sleep
I
can't
get
no
sleep
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