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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ab-Soul
Ab-Soul
Performer
Stevens IV
Stevens IV
Performer
Gabriel Stevenson
Gabriel Stevenson
Performer
Richard Perry
Richard Perry
Performer
Jonathan Keller
Jonathan Keller
Performer
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Performer
Anthony Palman
Anthony Palman
Performer
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Performer
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Performer
Andre Proctor
Andre Proctor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stevens IV
Stevens IV
Songwriter
Gabriel Stevenson
Gabriel Stevenson
Songwriter
Richard Perry
Richard Perry
Songwriter
Jonathan Keller
Jonathan Keller
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Anthony Palman
Anthony Palman
Songwriter
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Songwriter
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Songwriter
Andre Proctor
Andre Proctor
Songwriter

Lyrics

Have some fun out there Smells like fucking dope in here Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you Son, do the drugs don't let drugs do you Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more (Smoke that weed nigga) Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga) We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal? (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you) Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms! And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room I flow like, Russel Crowe when the beautiful mind That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga) Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up) I'm fast, another bites the dust just at the sight of us They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest That ever so, talented establishment TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me, Soul When I cross the street I look both ways Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face Niggas talk more than bitches These Days And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days! Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope) Yeah, let's have some fun Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope) Yeah, let's have some fun I just wanna teach you all about the mind The power in it, the very power of mine It makes sense I take interest in the third eye Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice That's why i read a lot of books so making straight A's Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage I never paid tuition, but I paid attention That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in (Met the devil in God's elbow) And this is what he said... When I cross the street I look both ways Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face Niggas talk more than bitches These Days And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days! Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope) Yeah, let's have some fun Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope) Yeah, let's have some fun Hi my name is Jimmy (Hi Jimmy) I'm a friend of a rapper You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul I'm from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania I like Denim Jeans And I'm an alcoholic...
Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Gabe Stevenson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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