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Weeded Out

by Reece Fuller

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Writin a smash song Smokin a bowl w the hash on it That in a dash homie I'm pulling it off like a crash course I'm mythical half horse Bustin it in like the task force You know that you asked for it I quicken my verse like a fast porsche Take a toke and get your cranium crackin I must admit that I'm a baby in fashion A smoked kid, staggering in stone It's not for bragging but I'm punk down to the bone I've got some energies that enemies would want I got loose synergy but centerpiece in thoughts I'm not the type of telemarketer to trace your bloodclot I'm chasin hella bong rips with satans red snot This sour puss is banging all up in my system This sour kush is banging any time or instance I'm going ape, call me Harambe or Winston Grease my hair up for the Finsta
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(The little prince he was cast away) I said I pulled up with 64 and many more I said I oulled up with a bong out like it's important Polywag swag make a bitch gag bad, I'm lost in the stu on the goop and the gas I'm a ten toed troop but I hold it down on quota First year, six tapes, driven on a motive Passion, patience, work and a focus Anything's finished with spirit and a smokin Gears always turning in a primal way A gutteral force surviving from a primitive day A prime objecctive set straight, the words to get paid The worst is yet to come climbin on yr net waves
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Smokin on a futon, no new bong but that classic Katrina smoke trees like a fiend w a package I'm talkin that nicotine, tar covered cancer, leavin you hackin I don't smoke a dart, I just pick a clean strain and I'm tokin Use a glass piece til its broken I dedicate the rhymes in my lines to smokin and bois that'll ride or die til I'm croakin I'm focused like Ford With keyboard I wrote this I got a tape, bitch you need more you're hopeless I've got Copolla vision and I boast this You're a joke, bitch If i ever make a record it'll be under many styles, pause
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Awake, my neck is on the floor I pushed my foot through the door My mind is complicated, your kind's not tolerated What if I was left with you before? Girl, you've got to let me go cause lovin me aint good 4 u If I had precious gems and stones, its still no worthy gift for you Waiting for someone to call when I'm dying THC and pheromone I've got nothing to lose from pain but trying But dammit I feel alone
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It's 4am, I'm high again I'm gettting tired, another fucking BONG RIP LONG NIGHT LONG WEEK IM DRYING OUT My eyes are hazy, and one of ems lazy I'm getting tired, another fucking BONG RIP LONG WEEK LONG LIFE IM DRYING OUT
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Shoutouts Diplodocus, the ace queen, god even
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Pop void, I wanna destroy I'm bored and so annoyed I wanna blow my brains with a double gauged barrel I'm getting sick of 808 carols Hate the music, hate the lights I wanna scream, I wanna die Just do it now and take me out This fucking retail hell is wearing me down
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released January 20, 2021

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