Lyrics:

im ridin black on black
cruisin on the highway
homies faded
blowin by the days
purple haze
drinkin lokin , tokin on them j's
always blazed
comin from a homie from the A
shit cray
poppin bottles gettin buzzin poorin beer , always fuzzin
bumpin with my cousins and my music somehow always does it
and im lovin this feelin
sittin here chillin ,
floatin on them clouds , and im still rolin
papers burnin slowly
bitches gettin lowly
loud on that low key
blowin trees , O G
floatin in a banshee
flyer then a frisbee
cup full of wisky
pocket full of bay tree

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