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lil deeg - anthem lyrics

[intro: lil deeg]
-coughing-
ugh, sh-t

[chorus: lil deeg]
n-body get high like me
smoke a blunt like me
smoky dash, party too like me?
all of them wanna do like me
be a dude like me
but they ain’t true like…
n-body get high like me
smoke a blunt like me
smoky dash, party too like me?
all of them wanna do like me
be a dude like me
but they ain’t true like…

[verse 1: lil deeg]
born in ’98 but i feel like cloud 9
smoking so much that i feel it in my spine
gotta float away i gotta leave the world behind
send me off to sp-ce like an apollo k-9
i got a gram and a 40
id say i’m 40
if it’s a broken system better know i’m gon’ exploit it
buying cigarettes and then i sell em in the toilet
but you know the boy lit
og not a tourist
it’s friday night and, i ain’t got sh-t to do
so what am i to do expect to smoke up on this doob
sit up on my porch and see the cops har-ssing youths
and watch mrs. parker f-ck around with p-ssive dudes
spark a blunt and spit some fire in the booth
speaking all facts cause my henny chase the truth
smoke the finest kush and then i drink the strongest brews
if you found my single f-ck i guess that you’re a super sleuth

[chorus: lil deeg & blu beard]
n-body get high like me
smoke a blunt like me
smoky dash, party too like me?
all of them wanna do like me
be a dude like me
but they ain’t true like…
n-body get high like me
smoke a blunt like me
smoky dash, party too like me?
all of them wanna do like me
be a dude like me
but they ain’t true like…

[verse 2: blu beard]
look, i always got some green in my f-cking pocket
it’s burning through my pants sh-t be f-cking toxic
i be getting stoned like onix
this chronic transports me to the tropics
it’s so f-cking exotic (aye, aye, yo, aye, aye)
friends with my dealer i’m always getting them deals
my weed the real deal, how could you not see the appeal
all i need is the weed, y’all just a third wheel
if i was on death row an edible would be my last meal, for real
if she don’t know how to roll ain’t no need to conversate
if she don’t know how to blow ain’t no need to procreate
i’m jonesing for a jay and another jay
but i ain’t tryna drink no f-cking kool-aid
but i’m always down for some frozen pizza
we still the same old kids puffing on sativa
finna party in ibiza
with some divas
brain so good like lisa
that she gave me amnesia
feel like anesthesia when i’m smoking on my ganja
feeling like a king like t’challa from wakanda
make these b-tches bounce like mo bamba
smoking on that marijuana tryna reach nirvana

[verse 3: eye.yame]
it’s funny how they look at me in those ways
leering at my strange face
not in my feelings but still in a strange place
half alive but not dead
don’t ask for cakes babes, i only got bread
i’m not a man maker, i’m a maker of mans
i shake hands later, and jerk off with 5 bands
kamikaze i m-ss murder my children
i’ll burn districts down and 5 buildings
i raise my blunt to my ear and hear the sound of the sky
i look at myself from above, oh sh-t it’s my third eye!
meeting god at the land of a lie
it ain’t a fun place only straight edge with blunt faces
cases are that i don’t see my eyes are so ch-nky
listen to those beats that are so synthy
move slow like a sloth, you feel me?

- lil deeg lyrics

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