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Alright Now let's get away Get away, get away, get away Don't you wanna get away Gotta be a better way Tryna see a better day So I be smokin' every day I wish it would rain today Someone take this pain away I'ma probably smoke this tree So I don't blow a brain away Damn this OG got my mind gone Where the fuck has the time gone? Money close and taking over all I get my grind on So I'm deaf, dumb and I'm blind Haters tryna dim my shine I sit back, yeah, I recline, release this bullshit in my mind Okay it's Friday, what the fuck is you gonna do but get high, Craig? This hybrid got me so gone, my brains spinnin', my eyes red I'm faded, faded, so as I drift away Me taking off, it's my motherfucking getaway Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp P-p-pizzurp Letras de cancionesDebbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp That pizzurp Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp P-p-p-pizzurp Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that, OG and that I'm rolling up OG kush only No mid grade homie smoke that by your lonely Boy swear they got that fire but that shit baloney Damn that satellite the truth, I wonder how many elbows they loan me Send it straight up to Seattle where they blowin' major From smoking chrome to smoking on bubblegum kush High as an antenna, give a fuck how the picture looks Dab me up then dab me up with OG wax Shout out to the max, trippy sticks, G-P in packs Back with back like school lunch, my kush taste like Cap'n Crunch Have you ever smoked a satellite slugger, let me roll one up at once That's a mega cone with 14 grams of satelite Better use that Santa Cruz shredder, crust that kush up right Hard days behind better days ahead, I know that's right I'm bout to get away and smoke at least a pound of loud tonight Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp P-p-pizzurp Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp That pizzurp Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp P-p-p-pizzurp Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that, OG and that I think I'ma lose control, so I got me some tree to roll When this fire got a telephram, soon as you inhale it in I got this shit from Northern California, smothy aroma Nah she ain't dead she just in a kush coma So put it in the fucking air, I'm hopin' that it gets me there Cause this that kill kill, kickback keep your fucking lip seal Dreams turn to vision that's the moment you know shit's real That gray day like may day, Bombay no play play This bitch pay to no mid grade Been chiefin' since like 6th grade Let's blow, first hit takes to another motherfucking planet so let's go And my problems come around, but they never stay I roll another one and that's my fucking getaway Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp P-p-pizzurp Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp That pizzurp Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that pizzurp P-p-p-pizzurp Debbie got that wizzurp De-Debbie got that work, OG and that, OG and that From Letras Mania