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(Chorus)
What do ya do when it’s rainy outside? Ya get high
What do ya do when you’re out in your ride? Ya get high
What do ya do when you’re bored to death? Ya get high
What do ya do when there ain’t none left?
(Vers 1)
I’m on my way to the coffee shop, looking for some weed, cause there ain’t none left, and I’m in need,
There’s things on my mind that I wanna forget,
the problems that I face, keep making me upset,
So picking up the pace, cause I need it,
I got a big appetite, gotta feed it,
I put the money down, roll it up, light it,
my lungs wanna cough it up, but I fight it,
And now I’m wondering what it was that got me down,
I got a smile on my face as I go to town,
But when I get home, the problems haven’t gone away,
I just pushed em on forward to the next day,
I try to stay away from responsibilities,
always looking for the easy possibility,
So lemme tell you what’s the best way to get by,
get your shit right, then’s time to get high,
(Chorus)
(Vers 2)
Now I been smoking for years, and I ain’t gonna stop,
I probably still be smoking by the time my heart pop,
Cause ain’t no better way to chill out then lighting up the Indo,
takin’ hits from my bong, 4 or 5 in a row,
Turn the playstation on, or watch a movie,
listening to hiphop, feeling kinda groovy,
Or just lay back, and let time pass by,
dreaming I can fly, the red fills my eye,
I guess I’m an addict, I do it all the time,
being high makes me wanna rhyme,
People start dissing, say I’m puffing too much,
instead of really listening I’m off on the Dutch,
Sitting on my ass, talking shit or just mumbling,
only thing I hear is my stomach that’s rumbling,
So lemme tell you what’s the best way to get by,
get your shit right, then’s time to get high,
(Chorus)
(Vers 3)
Now I’m trying to find my keys, and looking for my money, what was her name again, that cute little honey?
I can’t really focus, my thoughts ‘re unclear,
what the fuck was that beat again? I had it in my ear,
The outside world now seems kinda creepy,
only been up for a while, ‘n still I’m feeling sleepy,
My hand reaches for the little bag on the table,
I wish I could resist, but I don’t think I’m able,
I lock the door, and I blaze another fat one,
I don’t recall the last day that I had none,
I’m out of cash, now the situation’s hairy,
I’ll be filling up my lungs till I’m resting at the cemetery,
I’m gonna pull the little bag out of my pocket,
I put the helmet on, step into my rocket,
So let me tell you what’s the best way to get by,
fuck it all though, now ‘s time to get high,
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