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(Violent J)

Here I Go

Just stick to this road, huh?



Fuck it, I thought I'm sold

I strolled on down the road

In c-walk mode to the wizard I'm told

But hold up, this road fucked with twist and turns

I'm having no Luck as my vanilla blunt burns

I'm seein' trees with faces, bushes that walk

And as far as I Can see nobody drawn in chalk

The sky's bright green sometimes it's kinda pink

I'm gonna twist another blunt here, sit down and think

How to fuck, What to fuck and Who to fuck and When

What the fuck I'm doin here

I would've figured depends

And again I gotta get the fuck home, before long

Cuz the first of the month is coming on, Im gone

Let me spark my shit right quick, I'm outta here



(Monoxide Child)

Yo homie let me get a hit of that blunt



(Violent J)

Fuck yeah

Wait a minute

Who said that, looked around everywhere

And I heard somebody singin over there

So clear he went



(Hook)

I dont need a brain

Don't need anything

I just want somebody to smoke with (who said that? x 2)

Stuck up on this thing

With no fucking gains

I just want somebody to smoke with

(who said that?) (well i said that)



(Violent J)

Look at this shit

I'm talkin to a scarecrow stuck on a stick

Askin me for a hit right quick

Shit, all I got is Bobby Brown, I can't front

But the wizard gots all you want

You can smoke off his tundra, they say its the thunda

He could have king kong smoked under the wonder

I'm going there now and gettin me some

Plus the wizard gonna get my ass home, he's on



(Monoxide Child)

It would be the shit big homie

If I could walk with you

And talk with you

And get up on a fat bag or two

Cuz I've been hanging from this pole for so long

And smoking on home grown, my head ache is full blown

I ain't the smartest scarecrow in the hat

But if you lift that little latch

And I go crashing into a pumpkin patch

Don't leave me hanging big homie

Just pull the lever

So we can just get to walkin the yellow alley together, cuz



I don't need a brain

Don't need anything

I just want somebody to smoke with

(and I'm with that, you know I'm with that)



Man it ain't no thing

We can smoke the gains

But you gotta put somethin on it

(and I'm with that, you know I'm with that)



(Violent J)

I helped set his ass free

He slipped off

Then his fuckin leg ripped off

And He was like

'Don't mind that shit dawg, It ain't nothing at all'

'Just a little bit of stuffin that straw'

Hey Paul, I mean scarecrow, yo

'Don't ask if i ever tried smokin myself, no'

I only thought what the hey, ok

Anyway, lets get you some real shit

Down the yellow brick alley way



(repeats until end)



We don't need a brain

Don't need anything

We just need some homies to smoke with

(and I'm with that, and I'm with that)