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Pizza, Pot and Pussy
02:23
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Well I go to work and I throw some dough
Then I roll on home just to smoke a bowl
And I waste my night and blow all my cash
Just chasing some piece of ass
Pizza, pot, and pussy
These are just a few of my favorite things
They’re at their very best when they are hot and fresh
I’m quite obsessed, I must confess
I’m dazed, I’m blazed, I’m stuffed, in love
Some sweet honey’s on my mind
Thin crust won’t suffice, big buds would be nice
These angels sent from above
Pizza, pot, and pussy
These are just a few of my favorite things
They’re at their very best when they are hot and fresh
I’m quite obsessed, I must confess
Pizza, pot, and pussy
They say the best things come in threes
Pizza, pot and pussy
Pizza, pot, and pussy
These are just a few of my favorite things
They’re at their very best when they are hot and fresh
I’m quite obsessed, I must confess
Pizza, pot, and pussy
These are just a few of my favorite things
They’re at their very best when they are hot and fresh
I’m quite obsessed, I must confess
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Munchies
02:01
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That shit I smoked was extra loud
I got lost in my own cloud
This feeling overcoming me
The grumblies in my tumbly
I’m really hungry
Be damned, this fridge is empty
I’ve got the munchies
What should I get to eat
Maybe I want some fries
I want them supersized
Maybe some nachos or eggrolls
I’m so high I just don’t know
I’m really hungry
But my fridge was empty
I’ve got the munchies
I should get some chinese
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Leftovers
02:59
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I got high
And I don’t know why
I walked into the kitchen
I check the fridge
I check it twice
To my surprise, there’s something twitchin’
There was that doggie bag I left in there last month
Maybe it’s making noise, that faint groan and grunt
There’s also that lasagna I put in there last week
Just maybe it up and grew some feet
I just can’t believe my bloodshot eyes
What happened to those fries I left in there last night
I don’t know if maybe I just smoked too much weed
But I get this feeling that there’s something staring back at me
I shut it quick
I might be sick
A rancid smell, fills the air
Something’s gone wrong
Something’s not right
I wedge that shit closed with a chair
I’m sure there’s something that’s taken residence
In this old beat up fridge I bought from the scratch and dent
Some mutant molded monster mess running rampant in the dark
Thrashin too and fro as it hisses, squeek’s and barks
I think it’s getting mad, it’s starting to get loud
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” I scream and shout
That’s a lot to take in, that’s a lot on my mind
I’ll just worry about that shit some other time
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4. |
Smoke Out
01:34
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Do you know what time it is
Let’s do this thing
Let’s get high, let’s get fried
Let’s get lit, let’s smoke this shit
Taking a ride on the red-eye
Smoking all the green in sight
Blazed, blitzed, bouldered and baked
Rip that shit, for heaven sake
Gettin’ deep in the sticky icky
Whatever does the trick, you know I ain’t picky
Do you want to
Smoke out
I do, I do, I do
Do you want to
Smoke out
You’re always tryin’ to match when I bring the hash and your grass tastes like ass
What’s up with that man
Like, for real, I put up with it, but it pisses me off
That is pretty inconsiderate of you
Whatever
Do you want to
Smoke out
I do, I do, I do
Do you want to
Smoke out
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5. |
Wake N' Bake
01:43
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When I wake up and you’re right there next to me
I know it will be alright
And I don’t know what happened last night
But with a little bit of weed it will be alright
I don’t know
Yeah, I don’t know
And I don’t know
I don’t remember
Yeah, I don’t remember
I don’t remember what day of the week it is
Oh shit
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