GAS

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You gotta go get the Gars, hey

It's a store across the street, hey
Mary Jane, I can't wait til we meet
Baby, you all I need
Pass me the blunt, I need all the weed

Fuck it, just call it greed
We bout to hotbox the room we in
Look like a fog machine
I like to roll up the best

This shit that we smokin, it come from the west
Usher Raymond, I confess
You can feel it in your lungs and your chest
This can take away the stress

I keep a blunt right next to the bed
I Need to get me some rest
I need to roll up the rest
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