LYRIC
Until I smoked some marijuana, man
I'm just a real chill guy beneath a pretty pink sky
And a money stack in the sand
Oh yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh yeah, yeah! [Verse 2] I never used to get around a lot until I got some money in my hand
I'm just a real six shooter, a sin city schooler, tokin' every time I can
Oh yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh yeah, yeah! [Verse 3] I said I never used to dig the sunshine much
I never knew it would be [?] Where the feelings flow and pretty biddies go
To watch the flowers grow and let their bad vibes go
Oh yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh yeah, yeah!
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