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Gone

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  • 作词 : John Julian/Cameron Thomaz
    作曲 : John Julian/Cameron Thomaz
    Yeah, it's young, ya know?
    Crack that *****t down
    Roll that *****t up, light that *****t, pass it
    Nah, ***** that, face this one, yeah
    This for all my true ***** smokers
    Yeah, ***** ask me what's wrong with me?
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
    But I'm stayin' high
    I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
    Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
    (And then I'm gone)
    Off that Cali bud, what the ***** you chokin' on?
    Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion
    And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
    Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up
    ('Til it's all gone)
    Get a pound, break it down
    I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
    And I'm blazin' right now, *****s tellin' me to hold on
    Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
    (And then, I'm gone)
    I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
    Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
    My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
    *****s askin' me what's wrong
    Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank
    *****s know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
    Hennessey and Hydro, rhyme slow
    *****, I'm on a different type of a vibe
    This a different type of *****
    And I'm a different type a high
    (My *****, I'm gone)
    To a place that you probably never been in life
    Smokin' Purple Kryptonite
    Make sure you curl that Swisher right
    'Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin'
    Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free
    I duck 'em, roll somethin'
    (Then, I'm gone)
    In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
    Got me blown, I get more than high
    Fresh off of the plane
    Head start into my hotel
    ***** man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
    (Even when I'm gone)
    I ain't the only one, all my *****s puff pounds
    Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
    My eyes low and my words are getting slow
    *****s askin' me what's wrong
    I blew some smoke up out my nose and said, I'm gone
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
  • 作词 : John Julian/Cameron Thomaz
    作曲 : John Julian/Cameron Thomaz
    Yeah, it's young, ya know?
    Crack that *****t down
    Roll that *****t up, light that *****t, pass it
    Nah, ***** that, face this one, yeah
    This for all my true ***** smokers
    Yeah, ***** ask me what's wrong with me?
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
    But I'm stayin' high
    I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
    Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
    (And then I'm gone)
    Off that Cali bud, what the ***** you chokin' on?
    Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion
    And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
    Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up
    ('Til it's all gone)
    Get a pound, break it down
    I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
    And I'm blazin' right now, *****s tellin' me to hold on
    Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
    (And then, I'm gone)
    I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
    Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
    My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
    *****s askin' me what's wrong
    Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank
    *****s know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
    Hennessey and Hydro, rhyme slow
    *****, I'm on a different type of a vibe
    This a different type of *****
    And I'm a different type a high
    (My *****, I'm gone)
    To a place that you probably never been in life
    Smokin' Purple Kryptonite
    Make sure you curl that Swisher right
    'Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin'
    Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free
    I duck 'em, roll somethin'
    (Then, I'm gone)
    In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
    Got me blown, I get more than high
    Fresh off of the plane
    Head start into my hotel
    ***** man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
    (Even when I'm gone)
    I ain't the only one, all my *****s puff pounds
    Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
    My eyes low and my words are getting slow
    *****s askin' me what's wrong
    I blew some smoke up out my nose and said, I'm gone
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
    I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
    (That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
    Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low