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letra de 420 - 247 - shotty horroh

[intro]
yo

[pre-hook]
blow smoke up to the ceiling, you don’t know the feeling
to wake up in your bed and realise you wasn’t dreaming
rizla with the weed in, people keep on speaking
i don’t hear these haters talking ’cause these b-tches keep on screaming

[hook]
i’m in 420 24/7
gonna roll this mary jane
spliff bigger than an aeroplane
about to get me higher than an aeroplane
i’m in 420 24/7
gonna roll this potent cheese
24/7 i be smoking weed
if you’ve got some could you keep an o for me
yah yah like a ganja farmer, marijuana croppers
yah yah like a ganja farmer, marijuana croppers
yah yah like a ganja farmer, marijuana croppers
house, everybody’s on the couch
zombied out, can’t come out

[verse 1]
yo, i’ve been smoking so much weed
i can’t remember when i wasn’t getting high
it feels like i’ve been smoking trees
for every single second that i’ve ever been alive
i love the smell of the potent cheese
everybody knows from the redding in my eyes
[?] a million roaches each
hardcore smokers, high ’til we die
we roll up, smoke down
type to smoke your whole home out
type to smoke the whole zone out
type to smoke the whole globe out
woah now, fill it up, bill it up, slow down
this one’s gonna have to go round
this one’s summat i’ma hold down
two draws, let that float out
singing ‘f-ck the world and it’s neighbours’
i put the peb in these papers
puff the herb, i be patient
lady lookers turn to me naked
blazing kush as soon as i wake up
scratch, yawn, bake up
420 24/7
fresh weed on my tastebuds
hey look, all my friends are stoners lighting chronic
a bunch of ganja babies, children to the hydroponics
used to smoke until we vomit, now we smoke until we sleep
still the same old kid you used to see rolling up in the streets
horroh mate
[pre-hook]
blow smoke up to the ceiling, you don’t know the feeling
to wake up in your bed and realise you wasn’t dreaming
rizla with the weed in, people keep on speaking
i don’t hear these haters talking ’cause these b-tches keep on screaming

[verse 2]
yo, sativa or indica, mary, she’s a diva
never try to f-ck her once ’cause you could never leave her
she’s a b-tch that’s staying with you while these other b-tches leave ya
you can keep that b-tch forever, stay together, you and your reefa
while this world keeps on turning, this herb keeps on burning
me and mary jane got a thing going on, the relationship is perfect
i roll it up and twist it, roll it up and twist it
i’m on that silver haze and my rolls are smoking something different
feeling high as f-ck and they’re staring
not one of us here caring
you’ve got a problem, you should air it
yeah kid, f-ck you and your parents
with this zoot stuck to my lip
and the middle finger sticking up into the atmosphere
i’m tryna get zombied out
tell them bring a couple more bags in here
they know i love my sage, truly i’m a mani man
but sh-t we’re all about to turn this b-tch to amsterdam
i wonder if the angels smoke as much in heaven
either way it’s 420 2-f-cking-4/7
[pre-hook]
blow smoke up to the ceiling, you don’t know the feeling
to wake up in your bed and realise you wasn’t dreaming
rizla with the weed in, people keep on speaking
i don’t hear these haters talking ’cause these b-tches keep on screaming

[outro]
yo, this one’s for the smokers
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
zoots up, eyelids down
ha

- shotty horroh

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