Death Plus, Lil Peep — 420

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Smoke all the Sweets ’til I can’t even breathe
Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (Goddamn)
TH, PS3, skate in the street
Smokin’ my blunt in the trees
My thoughts are covered in leaves
Ain’t never pleased

No success, no release
Do what the fuck I want
Take my time, take my grind
Pack this shit up in my blunt
I don’t need to fucking rap
Man, I just need my fucking blunt
Fuck this shit, I rap, man, I just need a motherfuckin’ blunt

‘Cause all I do is smoke
All I do is roll, all I do is choke
On that potent ass smoke
Man, all I do is smoke (yeah, yeah)
All I do is roll, all I do is choke
On that potent ass smoke

Goddamn, purp
Dope man blunt
In my motherfuckin’ blunts
Take this shit to my lungs
I be smokin’ Sour D every day of the month, bitch

Breathe, stretch
Deep breath
Life, death
Smoking these blunts to my neck ’til I go
Hold in my lungs and I resin my throat
Choke on the blunt while I flex on your ho

Smoke
Smoke

Pass the gas and the light
Smack on her ass and I bite her
I’ll make that pussy feel tighter
Blowin’ my smoke at a spider
I’m gettin’ bugs high
Bitch, I’m a swamp guy
I’ll give you one shot
Bitch, take your best shot

I could really give a fuck about you people
Smoking reefer like this shit don’t make me evil
Meet the reaper while I’m burning down the steeple
Keep the beeper by the heater, that’s illegal

Fuck what you thought, fuck what you bought
Fuck what you drive, I’m fuckin’ your mind
Scuffin’ my kicks, I play for the Knicks
Cuts in my wrist
‘Cause I know that nobody can fuck with this shit (yeah)

I feel so alone (yeah)
Look at the clones
If your body is dope but your mind in the gutter
Then don’t call my phone
I’m good on my own
Blowin’ this dope out my throat
Why your bitch won’t stop watchin’ me for?
I got your bitch moppin’ the floor

I’m gettin’ cancer
I’m gettin’ cancer, I’m gettin’ cancer, ho
I heard you be dancin’, ho
Don’t make me wait, I won’t answer, ho
Don’t got the answers
Don’t got the answers, don’t got the answer, ho
I am not fancy, I am not wealthy
Bitch, you can tell by my clothes

Middle fingers up in the sky
Don’t ask why, put your middle finger to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky
Don’t ask why, put your middle finger to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky
Don’t ask why, everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers in the sky

Middle fingers up in the sky
Don’t ask why, put your middle finger to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky
Don’t ask why, put your middle finger to the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky
Don’t ask why, everybody wanna get high
Everybody wanna get high
Put your middle finger to the sky
Don’t ask why