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potluck – inhale-exhale lyrics

[hook:]
inhale exhale, i’m a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
give love, big dubs, i’m a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
don’t shake, slow hits. i’m a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
puff an oun, smokin skunk, i’m a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.

relax yourself, let your brain cells die, we always rollin up the weed and inhalin til we high. sailin through the sky, but it’s not a bird or a plane, and it’s not superman, i think her name is mary jane. she got me goin crazy for the weed indeed, i’m key’d, i can barely talk, barely breathe barely see, but i’m a keep goin strong, put the weed in the bong, hit it all night long, like a b-tch when the p-ssy’s bomb. only i got the bomb so i smoke, we back-to-back bong hittin holdin in til we choke. it got my eyes chinese, stuck like siamese, i’ll be floatin away, when smokin a “j”. blazin amazin hypnotic hydroponic chronic my brains dead, from pounds of purple, haze, blueberry and trainwreck. if you a smoker then you love how we do it, love how we be. it’s just the daily routine in humboldt county.

let’s see, where should i begin, i think my story starts right around the age of 10, it was the day that i would try, the day that i would fly, that day that it become the first day that i got high. my momma said i shouldn’t, my daddy said i couldn’t, my homies told me take a hit then laugh and said i wouldn’t. you know i ain’t no chump, can never be a punk, if they gots some bud and you don’t hit it, you was really bunt. so i took they little spliff, gave it a fat kiss, held on for a ride as i took a little trip. now i’m flyin high in the skies, tryin hard to hide the red-eye, love tha way it burns so i returned just like a jedi. smokin that skunk, smokin fat blunts, smokin every morning til it’s way past lunch. no it ain’t a problem, yes i’m addicted, won’t go to rehab, don’t need to kick it. do me the lighter, and a new supplier, i’m done rollin up underrated p-ss the fire. and i’m gonna toke up on the hay-hay, roll some for l.a., it’s our time to shine and i’m a smoke one for l.k.

[dave chapelle stand-up voice over:]
now this is when i knew i was in a bad neighborhood, you only see this in the worst neighborhoods. remember it’s 3 o’clock in the morning, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning. i look out the window… it was a f-ckin baby standin on the corner. i went, “hey baby! baby go home man it’s 3 o’clock in the morning man, what the f-ck you doin out? ”
the baby said, “i’m sellin weed n-gg-! ”
i said, “oh! ”

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