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letra de diesel, hash, or purple - frank chezaray

diesel, hash, or purple
diesel, hash, or purple
diesel, hash, or purple’s what we p-ssing through the circle
diesel, hash, or purple
diesel, hash, or purple
diesel, hash, or purple’s what we p-ssing through the circle

i’m blazed, i’m dazed i am out this world
i am way too high to care about these girls
i’m blitzed no sh-t so get off my back
unless you got five on it then get off my sack
if it’s potent that i’m smokin’ i’ll be tokin’ ’til i’m chokin’
’til i’m floatin’ ’til i’m hopin’ that my parachutes will open
i ain’t jokin’ i’m an addict i’m a mary jane fanatic
if my momma’s in the bas-m-nt then i’m blazing in the attic
automatically i’m labeled as another one those kids
who is tragically unstable cause the drugs is who he is
so lock your doors and windows cause i’m runnin’ towards your crib
with a bad case of the munchies and i’m coming for your fridge
we smoke all over town every park and every alley
got the bud blueberry cali, got the dutch from cherry valley
if you lookin’ close to nothing you’ll see us at every rally with our signs in the front
and two dimes in the blunt
baby i got stress and i know what helps it
p-ss me that new bong and let me mikey phelps it
smoke it where i want b-tch, i don’t care who smells it
and i don’t have to buy it cause my homie mikey sells it
(i’m fresh i’m fly i’m always high, got your b-tch wavin’ at me when i roll by)
i’m blazed i’m cool, straight a’s in school
i am rap simba countin’ down my days to rule
light up the

(imitation of chezaray’s girlfriend)
“oh my god, frankie’s such a stoner, he’s always craving slurpees
or turkey-flavored jerkies (chuckle) i think he gave me herpes
i know his d-ck is cheating, love is such a scary game
he draws hearts around the name, who the f-ck is mary jane?!”
mary jane, i can’t explain about the way you make me feel
i’ve never felt this way ’bout anyone, i think this may be real
but, don’t you get confused, when i’m finished and i’m through
i’mma p-ss you ’round the crew, so my boys can hit you too
and i’m leaving evidently cause i’m feening for some wendy’s
chicken sandies, bk dollar menu, mickey d’s and friendly’s
f-ck a beamer, benz, or bentley, we cruisin’ in the civic
all my dudes’ been gettin’ zooted off this buddha since we lit it
if you tellin’ me to quit then i don’t care for the convo
i smoke like a manhole under marilyn monroe
and don’t try to tell me what the f-ck to do
cause if you didn’t like this song, well this blunt’s for you

- frank chezaray

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