I can’t be for sure
Can that sticky I burned ten hours ago still endure?
Do I, really care? No, No
I feel so good like I knew I would, and baby I’m there
I keep taste’in fruit cups baby
When I spark, when I spark
Why? I keep taste’in fruit cups baby
When I spark, when I spark
My mind, trips now and then
Think’in should I stop or get blowed somemoe, but girl you win
Killa smoke, makes my eyes red
Sativa’s got me blowed like thick soup coolers, on my head
I keep taste’in fruit cups baby
When I spark, Oh when I spark
Why? I keep taste’in fruit cups baby
When I spark, Oh when I sparrrrk
Sativa, you sho ain’t fuck’in around
You got me think’in bout buy’in a pound
And you know that I’ll be right there, right there
With all that good love’in you got, why would I go elsewhere?
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