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ollie pack - 8th a day lyrics

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8th a day lyrics
[verse 1: ollie pack]
crumblin’ the leaves like a p+ss poor botanist
we blow as frequent as the breeze for chicagoans
you’ve got reggie with the seeds, and it’s obvious
that you don’t know why your skinny ass blunt poppin’
in the meantime, we’re in a foreign clean ride
smokin’ potent till our lungs collide
and our tongues are tied up but unified
under mary jane stayin’ stupid high
who’s the guy smellin’ like he got the pack?
in the hallways all that eyes slit like a cat
always rolled ’em too fat half the circle had to tap
in the days when i had class we would blaze and it would last
till we started smokin’ potent every day
got more picky about the haze
yanis and i go thru pounds per day
of phat beats cuz we love the game
so we gotta slang the rhymes
he be finding dimes
i’m rewriting lines
taking time and collectin’ what’s mine
got perspective on the negative from spiritual divines
sometimes i summon ’em it’s wonderful for peace of mind
[hook: ollie pack & sofie way]
when life gets sour you got
to smoke an eighth a day
roll the tree up into the j
and take it to the face
sticky icky only all the way
so don’t you pass the lame
oh, you’re in need of a spark?
i got you with the flame

smoke an eighth a day
about an ounce a week
i ain’t smoke all day so get around from me
i get a pound for cheap
this some loud it sound like i just told my hound to “speak”
i indoobidably do be rollin’ doobies up
i got the uzi and the coogie’s tuck
shawty do me just like boosie’s blunt
when i exhale it look like mount vesuvius
spliff hittin’ different but it’s a villainous love
they told me this sativa but i’m still in the couch
i ain’t never comin’ down boy i’m still in the clouds
the ones that said i need ’em the ones i did it without
i stay smokin’ ls, only time i lose
this like my 6th lighter, huh?
i never had love for the d+ckriders
unless it’s when i’m inside her
[hook: ollie pack & sofie way]
when life gets sour you got
to smoke an eighth a day
roll the tree up into the j
and take it to the face
sticky icky only all the way
so don’t you pass the lame
oh, you’re in need of a spark?
i got you with the flame



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