Everyone was getting high, passin' flowers 'round the fireNo one even gave a damn 'til it landed in your handNow you're overly concerned with the way that cherry burnsAnd you think you're 'bout to spit onthat joint I'm 'bout to hitJust let it run, let it runIf it's burning kinda funny, we can roll another oneIt ain't like we're down to crumbswe got more where that came fromDon't be spittin' on my bluntjust let that motherfucker runI ain't trying to police the way y'all smoke your weedDidn't mean to haunt your buzzI just said something becauseWe got cars that drive themselves, we put people into spaceBut can we please stop doin' things like it's 1998Just let it run, let it runIf it's burning kinda funny, we can roll another oneIt ain't like we're down to crumbswe got more where that came fromDon't be spittin' on my bluntjust let that motherfucker runLet that bitch run, light some, pass oneMaybe two, what it do? Fuckin' with some super glueSpittin' on my Bleezy, homie, take it easyWet mouth, crumb snatchin' son of a bitch (Bitch)What makes you think I wanna hit a blunt full of spit?You full of shit, I'm movin' solo, smokin' doloBack-to-back sacks with Zac, let 'em know, thoughLet it run, let it runIf it's burning kinda funny, we can roll another oneIt ain't like we're down to crumbswe got more where that came fromDon't be spittin' on my bluntjust let that motherfucker runI don't need your damn salivaOn this tangerine sativaDon't be spittin' on my bluntjust let that motherfucker runOn a run, babyFor the love of GodLet that motherfucker runLeave it aloneRun, run, babySwish, swish it gone
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Everyone was getting high, passin' flowers 'round the fire
No one even gave a damn 'til it landed in your hand
Now you're overly concerned with the way that cherry burns
And you think you're 'bout to spit on
that joint I'm 'bout to hit
Just let it run, let it run
If it's burning kinda funny, we can roll another one
It ain't like we're down to crumbs
we got more where that came from
Don't be spittin' on my blunt
just let that motherfucker run
I ain't trying to police the way y'all smoke your weed
Didn't mean to haunt your buzz
I just said something because
We got cars that drive themselves, we put people into space
But can we please stop doin' things like it's 1998
Just let it run, let it run
If it's burning kinda funny, we can roll another one
It ain't like we're down to crumbs
we got more where that came from
Don't be spittin' on my blunt
just let that motherfucker run
Let that bitch run, light some, pass one
Maybe two, what it do? Fuckin' with some super glue
Spittin' on my Bleezy, homie, take it easy
Wet mouth, crumb snatchin' son of a bitch (Bitch)
What makes you think I wanna hit a blunt full of spit?
You full of shit, I'm movin' solo, smokin' dolo
Back-to-back sacks with Zac, let 'em know, though
Let it run, let it run
If it's burning kinda funny, we can roll another one
It ain't like we're down to crumbs
we got more where that came from
Don't be spittin' on my blunt
just let that motherfucker run
I don't need your damn saliva
On this tangerine sativa
Don't be spittin' on my blunt
just let that motherfucker run
On a run, baby
For the love of God
Let that motherfucker run
Leave it alone
Run, run, baby
Swish, swish it gone
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