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(smoke)

(smoke)

I was grown in ColoRADo

Where all of the Rocky Mountain top shelf grows

My name is TJC

And my blood is pure THC

Haulin' ass on back roads

And takin' my time on freeways

(yeah)

Ya' don't need cocaine

When ya' roll with Mary Jane

Ya' don't gotta shoot dope

When ya' burnin' rope

Ya' don't gotta get drunk

When ya' smokin' skunk

(Listen up mother fucker)

(Burn one)

You can tell that sheriff

To go right on home

Cause left is law where I come from

I take blunts to the dome

I've got my license

My license to chill

So you can chill the fuck on out

I've got my license to chill

So pack a bowl for the road

And roll a joint cause green means go

Another spliff, another riff

Let's smoke it all, I don't give a shit

It ain't an addiction

I've already slayed that beast

It's called a fuckin' tradition

And I've got clear vision