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Spider Bags The

circling overhead Tumbleweeds fly, dust in my eyes Guess, it's not my feelings crying Peeling paint on empty homes Where people lived in this town long ago Pack their bags

, treat her like you like her Breaking down ten bails of kush, I think I need a lighter Pulled up in my spiker but rolled off in my spider Thinking like

a fuck I paint it up every mothafucking day On the bridge, throwing buckets at the cars on the freeway I'm smoking square snatching heads instead of bags

Winnemucca trucka with a load a' black sheep [A ghostly chorus] Night rider I got a belly full a' jelly and head full a' pain Bennies spinnin' spider

chevrolet over the hills we go, nina, i sold so much dope [???] jumper, i can't throw a slider but gucci mane's a rider, slide by any spider spiker,

took every present! Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags

40 days and 40 nights 40 blunts and 40 pints 40 backrubs and 40 fights 40 pills and laser lights 40 tabs and 40 hits 40 hoes and 80 tits 40 bags and

green "Lost in Space" ship, count to 10 The first android landed from the Mercury Nobody on Earth shock me Your Earth music don't hurt me We park the bus ... and grab the bags

? Come and fly with me Come and die with me I had to end it all, life was a drag Roamin' the earth, with the rest of the body bags I love the fact that