Aight, pack my bags head to the north
Forty acres in the mew give me two in the porsche,
Through this course a chapter in life with many type o's
I'm fourteen rolling blunts with my eyes closed
Through this window, see blunts filled in indo
Wishin' I was high when I heard
Writer(s): William Hughes, Brian Scott, Vito Banga, Ronald Wilson, Melvin Adams, Sol Messiah
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