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deep bca - twenty of the fourth lyrics

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send me to colorado, ‘cause i’m faded and lifted
in a plane with a lit spliff, “yo you wanna hit this?”

something’s amiss, ain’t no more restrictions?
nowadays i get a doctors note to feed my addiction?
bizzaro world, living in science fiction
is it cool to smoke weed with a prescription?

“doctor, doctor, my back! it’s aching i swear it!”
“can i get dat chronic, for the pain, i can’t bear it”

quacks office got a line its outta the hallway

sister mary making miracles all day

puff, puff baby and i p-ss it to the left
but there ain’t n0body here so i better smoke the rest

high as kite tied to a jumbo jet, attached to a rocket and i’m headed on a sp-ce quest
hit the jay to mars and head back to venus
d-mn this sh-t feel good, like an erection does p-n-s
i meant it

make it super illegal so i’m cool again
i wanna buy ‘erb and feel like a hooligan
like my friend bring a bag o’ weed to school again
bring back the rules and be
less of a square, more of a cube again

call me jack weinstein, i’m thinking out the box
this ganja get me faded like an old pair o’ socks
icky sticky purple ‘urple really f-cking rocks
like fred flintstone breaking boulders with his prehistoric c-ck

tick tock goes the melting clock by dali
call me bob marley crossed with chris farley
live from ny, it’s stoner night live
toasted and hosting, i’m the life of the party

call me air bud, this pooch be roastin’ bones
getting’ real buzzed, blowing up a bee’s telephone
hazy, smoke, puff , blow it out my nasal bone
peche burnt the house down, now i’m smoking home alone

i wanna vaporize, with the human steamer
cheech getting real high, mushroom hiroshima
chem wit stop by, never seen a bag that’s greener
now i’m feeling just wright, you can call me queen le reefer

weed is more beneficial than penicillin
don’t believe me? take a hit
maybe now you’ll stop and listen
it’s a miracle drug, sent from heaven above
and made from gods love and angel kisses

peter open the pearly gates, and let me through
share a bowl with jesus, yo it’s all i wanna do
maybe puff a purple pipe with the big man too
snacks on snacks on snacks more than i know how to handle

it’s my favorite holiday, twenty of the fourth
birthdays and christmas rolled in one joint
shout out to my stoners all the way, turnt north
if you don’t smoke today then what’s the f-cking point?

- deep bca lyrics

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