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Dom Cess
Dom Cess
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My good ass night Ain't a dream or a damn scene in Hangover Just a bottle couple homies to Hangover Call them things Cuz them hoes need to hang Roll a spliff up and toast to the Hiccups and hangovers And we ain't sober My mind decomposed I think my vision blurred I spot fewer foes Roll and pack the doub Until it's out of space And then it's out of space To spot ufos I don't ask for much don't need a Damn pool Just a crib let the fridge be filled with Brew to Celebrate the blessing that today we hit the snooze weed and Hennessy And never see my niggas on the News Let us wild for the night and Bathrooms we cyph in Chief Keefe till I tap out go Tyson Chandler damn bra I'm too damn high Past drunk more faded than Le'Bron's hairline Tell her get high get drunk Cum here get fucked Teacher teacher rolling up reafer You can go judge us you're just a nigga We're burning the purple You gone learn about it The reafer be loud so y'all probably heard about it There's a war going on war going on The Devil is out but the world would Be bored with out him Last night I thought of you Years ago, when bodies grew An empty home A vacant Hell I knew you in the harsh realm They tell ya life's a bitch Fuck her raw fuck her raw And if she say she sore fuck her more Fuck more these Means of entertain Baking out the basement Puff puff pass it Now we on a spaceship Made it All hydrated Fuck it Maybe we can all get faded If you're too slumped then you can Crash all these roaches in the ash Baby we could all get raided Still frustrated Tripping on visions that I'm a die Alone got a nigga tripping on bitches Gripping the styrofoam Cup I'm still here but my mind is Gone ain't nobody minding wrong Up until the sun comes up Then the sinners are saved Parents act like there asses were Never our age I mean maybe they were But them niggas was lames New whip new chain We descended from slaves Hear me? We're burning the purple You gone learn about it The reafer be loud so y'all probably heard about it There's a war going on war going on The Devil is out but the world would Be bored without him Last night I thought of you Years ago, when bodies grew An empty home A vacant Hell I knew you in the harsh realm
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