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i got to have it like locks on the box i want to get it im smelling like pot bag is so dank smell it through the ziplock smokin that shit till im up but it will never be enough to get me high as fuck look at this tolerance motherfuckers be out here hollerin i cant tolerate got to accelerate the rate of which i smoke a blunt to the face and then ill change the way of my fate knowin its about time for me to escape thinking i wont look me up in my eyes theres gaping hole leading into my mind gotta synchronize the time to fight motherfuckers acting like they are right now i gotta go try to right the time thinking of the thoughts im in the limelight leaving those thoughts behind if you want to try and cry than leave and i wont care dont you see theres a million fish in the sea