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420 (smoke) - lil peep lyrics

[intro]
yeah, right there

[verse 1: death+]
smoke all this weed ’til i can’t even breathe
smoke up in my room, i can barely even see (godd-mn)
th, ps3, skate in the street, smokin’ my blunt in the trees
my thoughts are covered in leaves, they’re never pleased
no success, no release
do what the f-ck i want
take my time, take my grind
pack this sh-t up in my blunt
i don’t need to f-ckin’ rap, man
i just need my f-ckin’ blunt
f-ck this sh-t, alright, man
i just need a mothaf-ckin’ blunt
’cause all i do is smoke, all i do is roll
all i do is choke on that potent red smoke
’cause all i do is smoke, all i do is roll
all i do is choke on that [?] red smoke
godd-mn, purp
dopeman blunt
in my mothaf-ckin’ lips
take this sh-t to my lungs
i be smokin’ sour d every day of the month, b-tch

[verse 2: lil peep]
breathe, stretch
deep breath
life, death
smokin’ these blunts to my neck ’til i go
hold in my lungs and i resin my throat
choke from the blunt while i flex on your ho
smoke, smoke
p-ss the gas and the light
smack on that -ss and i bite her
i’ll make that p-ssy feel tighter
blowin’ my smoke at a spider
i’m gettin’ bugs high
b-tch, i’m a swamp guy
i’ll give you one shot
b-tch, take your best shot
i could really give a f-ck about you people
smokin’ reefer like this sh-t don’t make me evil
meet the reaper while i’m burnin’ down the steeple
keep the beeper by the heater, that’s illegal
f-ck what you thought
f-ck what you bought
f-ck what you drive
i’m f-ckin’ your mind
scuffin’ my kicks
i play for the knicks
cuts in my wrist
’cause i know that n-body can f-ck with this sh-t
i feel so alone, look at the clones
if your body 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 what cho b-tch won’t stop watchin me fo?
i got your b-tch moppin’ the flow
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 answers, ho
i am not fancy, i am not wealthy, b-tch you can’t talk ’bout my clothes

[outro: lil peep]
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 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
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
middle fingers up in the sky, don’t ask why

- lil peep lyrics

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