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SESH Palm drive Dirt patch Sippin' slow Smokin' fast Rockin' chains Flickin' ash Sparkin' flames Kick it back Monogram Like dapper dan SESH on my jacket and pants I heard you blew your advance No, I cannot lend a hand Garbage cans Garbage mans Livin' in a garbage land Treat the Earth like shit Then get confused When it dont like us back Fade to black Queue the credits Pull my blade out Then direct it Produce what I go through Ain't no cut bitch All I know is action Grand west shit 3 a.m. stumblin' to the crib Zoned up, now walkin' through the mist To the park where I let my mind rest See the rest, see if there's a contest I'm creepin', there's nothin' I don't stress That's why it's clear Bones the best Too much of that weed and nothing less What Inhale, exhale, down on my luck Twenty five lighters on the dresser Now I'm caught in a rut My limbs feel numb, no I can't get up You can go on without me No need to wait up
Writer(s): Elmo Kennedy O'connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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