1969

[Verse 1: Aztek]
Comin live from the valley on the six side 6 million ways to die what's worth it in your eyes sometimes I wonder why I'd rather collide than confide
Must decide and then provide so overtime there
Grow divides
I ain't Trippin I've grown
So I know
The cycle and it's rhythm like walking a tight rope
That's never finished
Try walking and never slipping
Try swinging and never missing
Try pullin and never ripping
Now that I cleared the air
You motherfuckers better put some weed up in there
Smoke so rare u can smell it in my hair
Step up in this fucker swinging man I just don't care
They know I'm gonna snap like a fracture
They know I'm gettin thraxxed let the hash burn
You saw the mans plans
Mimicked what he made
I fill the gap of progressive expression these days
This a song to say fuck the people that hate you
This a song to put a fucking blunt up to your face to
If your like me then u probably fuckin faced two
O just got off work
(What's good dude)
Going fast take it out put it right back
Don't be shy see you smile
Know you like that
Got one right here baby come here lemme light that
I know some homies here in Cali blowin nice wax
Fake emcees Running back
Ricky Williams
Your a little slow so you prolly won't feel him
That's the case?
Run it back still ain't wit it?
Tried to say I couldn't drive I just keep steerin

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Roll the dice light miller high life
Blunt rolled tight we be puffin all night
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[Verse 2: Aztek]
Lookin to break up the buD
Roll up another one soon as I'm done
Hit my nigga o then I cut to the cut
To the station
Gonna phuck shit up
That's wit a ph
These people so fake
Tryna balance out the weight
Despite that I'm feeling great
Now I'm gonna wake n bake
Puffin on the purple haze
( I don't even smoke but pass that shit trey)
Rappin like gods son
But I ain't nas son
Still young enough when he get a swisher they card him
Coppin kush and tropicana by the carton
Thought I told u sixset is the squadrant

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