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Frankie
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Billy Woods
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Haze shouldn't even exist I ain't gonna lie, haze almost shouldn't exist, we just left Cali Yeah, I couldn't wait to come home I couldn't wait to come home to hit some haze (I was high as a life, I don't even got high off of that shit) This nigga buys all haze, man Man, the weed man come, he want all haze You not gettin' high like that (You in slow motion, you think you in fast motion) (No that's sour) Bingo! But you know you in slow motion You just think you moving quick and you really not And you still stuck there You can't get on the elevator, you can't go to court, you can't go to a wedding, you can't go to your kid's school, you can't go to none of that But this nigga'll blow all haze in here the whole f*cking day (Haze for life) Gеt that shit outta here That shit smell likе the rainforest, it tastes damp Gotta roll up one turkey link, roll a turkey link hoss You gon' roll one turkey link and you good And you still functioning That right there is giving you the medicine boy Before evening time Blow haze when you see me in my shit That shit don't even taste right though That shit taste like the 90s That's what I'm looking for Morningside Heights but back then the building was nice Old biddies out front with The Watchtower ask if you know Christ She buzzed me up Elevator grind and hiccup, pray it don't get stuck I had the Cuban cut (say word) Whole floor smell like nag champa Shoes at the door, roommate was Shanta Little bowl, no blunts allowed I had to burn it raw Had to burn it raw Dick Gregory on vinyl Rugs like 1970's Cairo Burned sage, roll j's on Amharic Bible that she found on 113th Half the stuff in here they found on the street I helped carry that TV, stupid big Corner apartment, the sun run riot French doors, hardwood shining to where the sun got tired Frankie looking like she might just burst into fire Summer months burn if by the sun The crooked teeth just made 'em more flyer Dispatch, soft feet, a distant choir Floating Broken jazz float in Big windows open It's easy to forget we in the ocean Italian icees, Marino's left out 'til slightly unfrozen Tiny window Waiting for that moment
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