French inhale, I like the way you french inhale Do it again You don’t gotta sell it, 'cause its already sold And you don’t gotta roll one 'cause its already rolled Check out my technique, just weed let it fold Shit I’ve been smokin’ since I was 14 years

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City You know my Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it Is outta sight she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey

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You can fill up a room with idle conversation you can sit up a whole darn nation with your mouth but before you start to show you indignation about a situation you ought to take it all in and check it all out You can create a boom with catchy information

Work in a little sunshine overtime Checking on out of that nine to five Sandy streets and the windows down Hair free in the breeze getting all unwound Jump in the water go weekend wild Get wrapped up in an old beach towel Break out tequila salt and the

Hey ya, I wanna go out Out of my mind Hey ya, I wanna check out Step off of my cloud I'm going out, I, I, love it, love it I wanna go out, I wanna-na Let's get wild and make a memory Out of my mind, out of my mind No I can't take it anymore

I only take up a little of the collapsing space I better cut this off Don’t wanna fuck it up Oh, I better walk it back, walk it back Walk it back, walk it back I’m always checking out Forget it, nothing I change changes anything I won't let in I won't

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have