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letra de vacuum - kedela

[verse 1]
that buzz bud’s good stuff
i don’t think i can get enough
i’m so high, i can’t feel my feet i’m paranoid
everybody’s looking at me, talking to myself
insane, that’s how i felt, laying on the couch with a blunt in my mouth
went to the club and found a ho that’s really stout
go get a room, smoking on a pound
i’m about to graduate, when i bust my nuts
when i get some cap and gown
went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror now i’m scared cause my eyes are bloodshot red
i’m disturbed, full of herb, f-ck with me i’ll peel yo cap and leave yo ass on the curb
i’m mack daddy ju, feeling loose
when i’m full of indo, head be spinning like beetle juice
i’m a project born, psychopathic lunatic from tennеssee

[hook]
that buzz bud’s good stuff
i don’t think i can get enough
i’m so high, i can’t feel my feet i’m paranoid

[hook]
that buzz bud’s good stuff
i don’t think i can get еnough
i’m so high, i can’t feel my feet i’m paranoid
[hook]
that buzz bud’s good stuff
i don’t think i can get enough
i’m so high, i can’t feel my feet i’m paranoid

[hook]
that buzz bud’s good stuff
i don’t think i can get enough
i’m so high, i can’t feel my feet i’m paranoid

[verse 2]
me, zirk, kilo g, criminal manne and dj squeeky
we smokin blunts, havin fun at the club, high from bud
so f-cked up, clownin drownin in some yac
smokin sacks it’s 1995, a n-gga like me still get high
off that chronic junt i’m acting crazy, dazing, people hate me
when i’m full of f-ckin skunk, smoking blunts until i’m scared
in the head, almost dead at the f-ckin med
if i die and go to h-ll, i won’t cry and try to run
i’ll pull out a nice day sack, roll up a blunt and give the devil a m-th-f-ckin shotgun
we’ll be laughin chokin jokin doin lots of evil sh-t
and get a fine ass demon b-tch to suck our f-ckin d-ck
but i’m still alive, every day i be high and kickin

- kedela

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