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    "Blaze" Lyrics

    The Pharcyde

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    (for nights, and days we blaze)

    Inhale, don't it feel good?
    Pass it around so we all could
    Be on the same plain, I dwell amongst the clouds
    Dream of other styles, captivate, (meditate)
    Open a bag that hasn't been touched
    A pile of bud, a sack of blunts
    Get backwoods to get back, good

    Number one cash drop
    Five g's to drop
    With no seeds to pop,
    Time to recop,
    Throw the stress in the trash can
    As we laughin'
    At the afghan
    Of the herb I'm a fan
    T-h-c, keep it all in me
    Cant you see I'm
    Gonna get some
    Bubble gum
    Been around the world like puffy
    Puffin in exotic hot spots
    (in exotic pot spots)

    Spit from heaven above, hourly dove
    She started from the seed to sex the female
    Couldn't cut her, couldn't taste her till the hairs was half pale
    Trade affiliated
    Chillin' 96 degrees in the shade faded
    And god bless my
    D-j Ty
    Keepin' my dubs wise
    Pockets broke in size
    Haterism on the rise
    (no joke, man)

    Lacin' up, tokin' herbals, tokin' verbals
    Fuzzy like gerbals
    Off the plant I pick it,
    To the paper I stick it,
    Fine lime fruity smell makes even straights wanna kick it,
    Taste it,
    Better organically grown, sun basted
    I go batty batty batty
    Burnt seats in the caddy
    Due to 320 hollow florescent sodium
    Clipped and transplanted
    Females, have your eyes slanted
    Iris burgundy,
    Phasing in and out
    With lots of laughs and a couple of blunts

    Up the charts I'm scalin',
    I got the bomb for you,
    There's no need for hatin'
    I got nugs you can hug like pimps
    It don't mean a thing to me
    Just don't double clutch,
    Pass the stuff I know you had enough
    Gettin' all freaky and stuff
    Trees for breakfast, trees for lunch
    Rockin' weed, kool aid punch, Nestle crunch
    Crunch buds
    Lots of love and peace sign
    I feel fine

    (for nights and days we blaze)

    Hella zoned, hella blown
    Hit up my man on the telephone
    Fried, sky high
    Bake for the day, fry now pay later
    Comin' up on the superb herb
    T-h-c powers
    Got me higher than sears towers
    This song was submitted on November 21st, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox, Greg Campbell, John Martinez, Romye Robinson, Sizwe Andrews, Trevant Murray.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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