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letra de lumber in the condo - vic spencer

[intro]
sh-t
hey dc i need to smoke all the weed man
you know what i’m saying?
have n-ggas at your next session smoke you out

[verse 1]
the smell is amazing, i feel like this tree needs appraising
white castle ain’t got nothing on this craving
break down lumber the size of a raisin
i’m blazing like a fireplace, higher than cybersp-ce
raise up the curtains for a brighter day (yeah)
i’m running late to the studio
dc got weed i’m trying to convince the dude to smoke all of that with me
(come on n-gga)
i get my cough on all the time
the lime got me in a rapid climb, mary b sublime
i begin to rhymе geologic to fuzzy toxins
i wish chicago had weed auctions
or weed for adoptions
i have weed concoctions
i’m obnoxious to have in options
i usеd to f-ck with old foxes that had their own bud
a super turn on
i used to think nonsmoking broads was duds
now i’m walking like i’m dragging in the mud
victimized jacket with some marijuana pressed studs
some sh-t [?] like leaves and flowers
rolling up on the evenings doing pm rush hours
i get f-cked up i feel untouchable
the tree makes some n-ggas kind of gullible and vulnerable
i’m high reading about the thirty years war
y’all n-ggas out here selling wood like hardware stores
motherf-cker
[interlude]
hey dc man i’m trying to smoke all of this sh-t dog
f-cked up
come on man get off that bullsh-t man

[verse 2]
i ain’t never flew but i’m high
i buy a seven on the fourth of july
me and mary see eye to eye
she opened up her legs so i gave her a try (let’s go)
going to the store buying boston cream pies
so divine i smoke tree next to the fbi
i know a n-gga that got the fattest mix
i be copping then staring at his broad that got the ass and tits
(titties baby)
enough about that, i’m about this lumber
i’m trying to get higher than the octane number
when i was younger i used to wonder about the smell of your girl
my cuzzo was rolling up so i gave her a whirl
it was the year ’94, late october
nowadays i’m never cold sober
i flirt with lid-grade because i’m a smoker
i just ordered the old fart energy as a poster
now i’m just slumped on a sofa
can’t smoke me under the tables n-gga i’m like a coaster
cornish hen roasted [?[ loaded
my lady looking good, my sneakers the color of roaches
it’s a never ending game with you baby
especially if your ass looking tasty
let me l!ck something
i bet you start blushing
people that never smoke weed don’t know nothing
[outro]
i’m telling you these n-ggas be acting like they know everything
they ain’t never smoked sh-t in their life
shut the f-ck up
f-cking weed sh-t
f-ck what you talk about, f-ck you

- vic spencer

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