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  1. Clear skies, white walls
    Sunshine in my rearview as the night falls
    Listenin' to old Kanye feelin' like new Kanye (hey-hey-hey)
    My life in harmony like two, one Ye's (okay)
    I shouldn't have to tell you that I been here
    This is not a gimmick, please don't push me to my limit
    I be gettin' tired of bein' friendly (tired of bein' friendly)
    I go hard until my tank is empty ('til my tank is empty)
    I'm not really in the competition, oh
    Hatin' me won't ever get you mentioned, oh
    I stay in my lane, oh, I stay in my lane
    I be drivin' new terrain but my view never change

    Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5 view
    Thoughts of me droppin' the top, don't make me handle the whip
    All we been smokin' is guilt, she 'bout to roll up again
    But we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
    Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
    Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
    Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
    Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more

    Yeah-yeah, I mean, shit
    She keep on askin' me, "Why that blunt still ain't went out?" Uh
    You lose your patience, say fuck it, just put that shit out
    And lately we both ain't been out, been hidin' up in our consciousness
    Tryna tell me, "Be moderate, " shit, we boostin' our tolerance, uh
    Let's smoke the papers, that red-eye fade 'til we know the pages, uh
    Let's know the matrix that hide the truth, we not in it, face it
    Runnin' through your days with no steady pace and fugie racin'
    To your own demise, we ain't finna make it, I keep on sayin', uh
    I call, you call, both calls get missed, yeah, uh
    Won't call you back, I text, you pissed, yeah, uh
    I keep the roach, I smoke the tips
    I hurt my thumb, I burn my lips and shit
    I need to smoke to be straight, I gotta get me some bands
    I cop the eighth like everyday, bro, all that shit for my mans
    'Til I forgot to go pay, he tell me, "Never again"
    Now I ain't even gettin' high no more

    Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5 view
    Thoughts of me droppin' the top, don't make me handle the whip
    All we been smokin' is guilt, she 'bout to roll up again
    But we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
    Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
    Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
    Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
    Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more

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  2. Me: rapper weed by sir not bad

    Me:~text friend song and says roling weed by sir~

    Me:~looks back on song~
    Oh its rapper weed oops

    Friend: its rapper weed

    Me:im sorry i forgot the namr

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