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potluck – i gotta problem lyrics

[one ton:]
i smoked haze when my head hurt, kush for my temper
smoke it everyday from january to december
sick from the munchies dr. peppers and doritos
southern cali taco shops, 3 dollars for burritos
higher than a cosmonaut who smoke the best pot
think your weed is better? probably not
every time i get dank, every time i show up late
baby i don’t need rubbers cause i just shoot blanks
i look like jackie chan or i was from j-pan
i rolls fat blunts like me cause i’m the man
my block got more firefighters than a street parade
cause my house catchin fire from the weed i blaze
one hit of my blunt, you’ll probably need some first aid
knew dealer’s first name ever since i was in the first grade
i never roll browns so i’ll never come down
my folks they grow pounds and i’ll smoke your whole town

[chorus: underated]
i gotta problem getting high rollin a blunt
i think my brain gonna fry cause i’ll be smoking too much
everyday id be tellin myself that i need to quit
next day i wake up puff a blunt and forget

[underated:]
i got tossed once more like frisbees
smoke more than chimneys
while the parents askin
hey where the h-ll the kids be?
were getting stoned in the red wood trees
every hour you see us p-ssing more weed
smoking too much, f-ckin my brain up
thinking of mary jane, the way she makes me puff puff p-ss it
it’s so fantastic, if you gots that bomb, i believe i’ll match it
just a crazy lil dude i’m trying to stay high
it happens daily lately i’ve been living a lazy life
i should realize and recognize that i have a problem
it’s just that me and weed are like batman and robin
i need weed like i need the right ring tones
i get stoned and repeat it like i’m mike jones
i get stoned and repeat it like i’m mike jones
i cut close and puff dro every time i go

[chorus x2: underated]

[one ton:]
i need to get help but i’m allergic to rehab
ever since kindergarten, had a fame to be bad
i was cussin out teachers
ditchin b-mpin my speakers while i be puffin my reefer

[underated:]
i smoke reefer too and my whole platoon
it’s been puff puff p-ss since i came out the womb
cut cl-ss, puff gr-ss, never talked to cops
borrowed a car from pops and hot boxed it up

[one ton:]
hot boxing is like a ritual around my way
cause my smoking is habitual, a pound a day
and my mama would always said that i should never give up
so i’m a gonna keep on rollin blunts and keep a pound in my trunk

[underated:]
while you’re rollin them blunts, we was h-ttin them 2 playa
while the other kids were in their rooms playin tomb raider
so many strains, so many different flavors
it’s humboldt county homie, n-body does it greater

[chorus x2: underated]

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