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letra de die clubbin' - woodlake

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i smoke a bowl every time i come home
‘cid for my soul and blunts to my dome

[verse 1: tha bard]
imma get high, let tha gr-ss grow
molly in my nose like tobasco
hair down, arms out, go wild;
f-ck standin’ back in tha back row
pay three hundred bucks for a p-ss and tha drugs
turnin’ up with tha plug, hope he loans me a b-mp
blood keep on pumpin, can’t keep it up
t-ts all around, but i know i can’t touch

but i love it, i love it, i love it;
i got a beer and i’m chuggin
-ss and tha b-ss in my face like a [?]
i’m embracin’ tha fact that i’m lovin tha taste
been awake for three days,tha colors they fade
and i need me a drank, but f-ck it
if i die, i die clubbin’, ha!

need me a drank
t-ts in my face

[instrumental]

[hook 1: tha bard]
need me a drank
if i die, i die clubbin’
t-ts in my face
if i die, i die clubbin’
{2x}

[verse 2: woodlake (tha bard)]
(i smoke a bowl every time i come home) yah! yah! yah!
some of tha time when i write and i rhyme
i get back to that island inside of my mind
(‘cid for my soul and blunts to my dome) uh! uh! uh!
enter a bender and ride in tha night
bet on my life that i’m drunk and high
codine more than lemon lime in my sprite
this party might be tha end of my life

cut with a knife, i was up in a flight
she sucks on tha pipe, too buzzed to be driving
more than a fling, i sing about this thing, or feeling
when tha phone goes, ring-ring
answering, ‘is this me?’ nah, leave
let’s talk birds and tha bees while burning a tree
i’m yearning to be your one-only
something sinister occuring, leaving me and only me..

[instrumental]

[hook 2: tha bard (woodlake)]
i smoke a bowl every time i come home (yah! yah! yah! yah!)
‘cid for my soul and blunts to my dome (uh! uh! uh!)
{2x}

[instrumental]

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