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letra de morty smith - theycallmejeff

[intro]
(jeff, what the f-ck are you doing?)
you know what’s crazy?
what?
outdated, just bought an eight before i recorded this sh-t, too
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
morty smith (oh jeez, rick!)
chill in sp-ce (huh?)
blowin’ purple, uh
thirst tree saints (uh, uh, uh)
need a zip, uh-huh
f-ck a eighth, uh-huh
joey dadass
big dank (hank)
might be a problem, might smoke too much (mm-hm)
lifted spirits when i’m lifted up (of course)
smoke some fire, then ms. puff (uh-huh)
sh-t hit hard, no fister cups
might be a problem, might smoke too much (wait, what?)
lifted spirits when i’m lifted up (of course)
smoke some fire, then ms. puff
shorty hit hard, no fister cups
[verse 1]
two bongs, three bowls, how i start my day (uh-huh)
and i just woke up, it’s only eight (it’s eight)
a.m., i am fried just like lays (fried)
chillin’ like a surfer, come catch these ways (uh-huh)
blue drink got me in a dream-like state
room foggy, and a silver haze
i don’t need to play for this wedding case
people keef on top, for a lil b-tch, a taste (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
n-gga led up like a f-ckin’ easy bait
love my b-tch mary, took her on a f-ckin’ date (on a date)
but it’s sh-t, had to reiterate (uh-huh)
won’t get turns and a need for break (for break)
’cause it’s fire on me, feel like charizard
you smokin’ on trash, get that n-gga a bard
i ain’t tappin’ out, i’m playing magic cards (wait, what?)
keep smokers on my eyes like bill skarsgård (he upload, too)

[chorus]
morty smith
chill in sp-ce (uh-huh)
blowin’ purple, uh
thirst tree saints (uh, uh, uh)
need a zip (yuh, yuh)
f-ck a eighth (uh, uh-huh)
joey dadass (yuh, yuh)
big dank (okay, okay)
might be a problem, might smoke too much
lifted spirits when i’m lifted up
smoke some fire, then ms. puff
sh-t hit hard, no fister cups
might be a problem, might smoke too much
lifted spirits when i’m lifted up
smoke some fire, then ms. puff
sh-t hit hard, no fister cups
[verse 2]
meditate, medicate, tell ’em up at heaven’s gate (yuh)
had to cut down on the clocks, for heaven’s sake (uh-huh)
sh-t get me lazy, don’t even wanna m-st-rbate
bought so many trees from the world to a better state (uh-huh)
sh-t too high, make a grown man cry (wait, what?)
don’t even ask, you can see it in my eyes
take the guana, plus a baby, you can call a n-gga plies
rid out my lettuce, feelin’ like low skies (uh-huh)
plug take cash up, yes he deliver
keep a (yuh) sack on my back, walk around with a clipper
keep passin’ that b-tch, n-gga i am no quitter (i’m not)
blow strong sh-t, overpowered just like livers
i f-ckin’ hate stone, n-gga i hate winter (uh-huh)
i hate hard tracks, that sh-t’s for sinners (for sinners)
double dashed up, no jumper, my n-ggas
scr-pe them guts off blunts, lookin’ just like inner

[interlude]
and yes, that was a five nights at freddy’s bar
fight me

[chorus]
morty smith (oh, man!)
chill in sp-ce (uh, yuh)
blowin’ purple (yuh, uh, yuh)
thirst tree saints (uh, yuh)
need a zip (need a huh?)
f-ck a eighth (f-ck a huh?)
joey dadass (big gas)
big dank (hank)
might be a problem, might smoke too much (uh-huh, uh-huh)
lifted spirits when i’m lifted up
smoke some fire, then ms. puff (ms. puff)
tree hit hard, no fister cups
might be a problem, might smoke too much (wait, huh?)
lifted spirits when i’m lifted up
smoke some fire, then ms. puff (yuh)
sh-t hit hard, no fister cups (yuh, yuh, yuh)
[outro]
jeez, man

- theycallmejeff

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