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letra de wake & bake - grandmasterdare

[chorus: 4twenty & tom collins]
i wake and bake, and have a morning brew
gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew

[verse 1: keenj]
b-tches can’t hang, finna blaze another round
we smokin’ h-lla weed, b-tch, we smokin’ by the pound
i’m high as elon – my conscious has left the ground
f-ck it, take anotha hit, movin’ at the speed of sound, uh
a-step aside, the king arrives, i’m on my throne
it’s do or die, the dank has got me in the zone
y’all probably droppin’ a couple bands for half an ounce
twelve bowls for breakfast before i f-ckin’ bounce
coco puffs, and captain crunch, and gsc
lucky charms, and purple kush, and gdp
apple jacks, and mango kush, and sour d
cheerios, honey bunch, and that blue dream
we f-ckin’ with the t-h-c
wake up in the mornin’ with-uh-that-o-g
pull up with the ak – it’s a k!lling spree
ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ mid tryna f-ck with me
cuz i’m high as f-ck, can’t ya see
didn’t do it for the money
got flow sl!cka than honey, woah!
hold on to your britches, buddy
we blazin’ ’till the night gets sunny

[chorus: 4twenty & tom collins]
i wake and bake, and have a morning brew
gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew

[verse 2: 4twenty]
don’t f-ck with vise
rohtos in my eyes, guys
take patron shots at dawn
– my tequila sunrise
many stoners deny
not i, i always reply
imma rip that f-ckin’ bong
’till the day i f-ckin’ die
smokin’ agent orange with my orange juice
kief stash shine like a pot of gold
peter pan puffin’ pipe, i am gettin’ loose
neverland, mj, cuz it never gets old
never f-ck with the regular weed
only f-ck with the sp-ced-out nebula weed
and i’m smokin’ da gr-ss while i’m eatin’ tyson chicken
pancakes, eggs, waffles, and bacon up in my kitchen

[verse 3: blackout]
alarm goes off, got me reachin’ for the lighter
got high as f-ck, but today i’m gettin’ higher
straight purple sh-t, got this link with the supplier
roll a fat joint, twist the end off with my pliers
light that sh-t up, smoke be lookin’ like a spire
look in the mirror, sh-t, i cannot help but smile
take two more puffs, eyes be redder than a fire
this the best sh-t ever, and you know i’m not a lier
no, i’m not a fiend, i’m an ordinary buyer
but i must admit that i am a frequent flyer
lightin’ dank up ever since i was a child
smokin’ so much, that your og is my mild
mothaf-ckas know that this boy be gettin’ wild
do it every day, bruh this is the smoker’s bible
don’t try this at home – better know that i’m not liable
smoke so d-mn much that i think i’m gonna die, bruh

[chorus: 4twenty & tom collins]
i wake and bake, and have a morning brew
gray cloud so loud, it went from green to blew
i wake and bake, and have a morning brew
gray cloud so f-ckin’ loud, it went from green to blew

- grandmasterdare

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