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Oh saint ride in pain, chillin with some fucking lames Sniffing cocaine, off a plate Now im gone to the space Gone off them drugs, heart beats like a slug Rather loaded, then in love Motherfuckers yellin CHUG CHUG Hotbox the bronco, yung benny blanco Powder in my nose, lace a joint with tobacco Shoot em down like im fucking rambo Got my bitch crying tears, but my mind say she a dumb hoe Sniffing up a line fake Maybe i will still be up late Maybe I will catch flight Or find my way to another cave Got my heart locked cause everybody's fucking dropped me on the drop top on a doorstep yeah you bitch i remember that shit You had to go Well i need to blow that smoke Example demonstrations up front how could i not know