that skunk, smokin fat blunts, smokin every morning til it's way past lunch. no it ain't a problem, yes I'm addicted, won't go to rehab, don't need to
, guess what?......I ain't It's been a hell of a year You said that I ain't there, I ain't care, and life ain't fair It's been a hell of a trip You say
could tell by the lives we live If it changes it'll be God's prediction, so pain inflicted, like Jane's Addiction Live right like Christians, but dance with the death It's
and again we gotta remind ya about the smoker deal One, never smoke it brown and not if I don't break it down And three, if we ain't fucking don't be
plain Jane. (That's right, buddy." Plain Jane, She's my plain Jane. She's my plain Jane. She's my plain, (Jane) Whoo, she's my plain Jane. (No, she's
cob My name ain't Craig and I ain't lost my job Don't mind be odd from out the bunch And y'all cornerin' me ain't stoppin' me from doin' it (If puffin
tell by the lives we live If it changes it'll be God's prediction, so pain inflicted, like Jane's Addiction Live right like Christians, but dance with the death It's
like cob My name ain't Craig and I ain't lost my job Don't mind be odd from out the bunch And y'all cornerin' me ain't stoppin' me from doin' it (If puffin
hold me down, stash O's at her mother's house and her brother's house We maintainin, she said "I ain't complainin but you need to find another route"
like Jane's Addiction Mc's don't impress me, they know not to test me We'll be at each other's throats like Mr. Belvedere and Wesley Especially, when
addict No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no
Well, guess what?......I ain't It's been a hell of a year You said that I ain't there, I ain't care, and life ain't fair It's been a hell of a trip You
