Chris Webby - Twist Again

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[Verse 1]
 
See
Am FWe been on that La La La since '08, combine strains and taste
GLeBron James of vaping, volcano blazing bongs with no breaks
EEdibles on plates till I'm beyond baked
AmAnd I be on, indica got me gone
FGot that wax that you can't feel your body on
GYeah that shit that you moving slow is a zombie on
EHigh as a cosmonaut never gon catch me not smoking
AmThe best hit my chest and I take the whole rip
FFuck a 20 bag I'll take the whole zip
GEven if the federal government oppose it
EI say fuck it and grab another nugget and puff it in public
AmWeed naps on my back like a Snorlax
FHighest alien, bouncing off of the ceiling
GI need it up in my system the minute that I record that
ELoud packed in a Raw wrap
 
Yeah
 
 
[Chorus]
Am FLet's twist again, like we did last summer
G ELet's twist again, until we all get high
Am FI still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
G ESo lets twist again, until we learn to fly
AmYeah, let's twist again
F(la la la la la la la)
GLet's twist again
E(la la la la la la la)
AmLet's twist again
F(la la la la la la la)
GLet's twist again
E(la la la la la la la)
 
 
[Verse 2]
AmStill rollin' to the diner with my half off coupon
FBacon grilled cheese and you know I get my soup on
GStill up on that Jimmy Neutron, got the boost on
EIn my spaceship, lean back in a futon
AmWhoa, even when I'm seeing the cops
FI chief pot, whether they gon' make it legal or not
G'Cause see I smoke for recreation before it was recreational
ETake a pull, now the euphoria is undebatable
AmMy terpene so aromatic
FYeah, you can smell it from my parents attic
GTo the basement 'til they say, "Chris, light an incense
EOr use some of that spray shit
AmFuck, I can't take this! For Christ sake
FYou're 28, give me a break!" (Alright mom)
GThen I Go back to gettin' baked
 
Higher than Towelie up on a balcony
EAnd smoking hourly and burning the Sour D like a calorie
 
 
[Chorus]
Am FLet's twist again, like we did last summer
G ELet's twist again, until we all get high
Am FI still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
G ESo lets twist again, until we learn to fly
AmYeah, let's twist again
F(la la la la la la la)
GLet's twist again
E(la la la la la la la)
AmLet's twist again
F(la la la la la la la)
GLet's twist again
E(la la la la la la la)
 
 
[Verse 3]
AmWhen that wax pen is in action
FAnd the smoke fill the room like Mad Men
GWith those hash blends, I'm like Captain
EKirk, when I get the purp I Am blastin'
AmOff, 'til I'm lost in the stars, never come down
FLight my blunts with the sun now
GSnuffin' out the bud like a blood hound
EI'm chemically imbalanced, roll a doobie and I puff now
AmSo I'm sayin', "Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?"
FSay, "Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?"
GYeah, "Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?"
 
No, for real, who got my fuckin' lighter?
AmI need that fire from the Bic just to calm me
FAnd the chronic goes so strong
 
Hoodie smelling like it's Snoop Dogg's laundry
GTwist like Chubby Checker
 
There's nothing better on God's green
 
Roll the palm trees and I'm gone, peace
 
 
[Chorus]
Am FLet's twist again, like we did last summer
G ELet's twist again, until we all get high
Am FI still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
G ESo lets twist again, until we learn to fly
AmYeah, let's twist again
F(la la la la la la la)
GLet's twist again
E(la la la la la la la)
AmLet's twist again
F(la la la la la la la)
GLet's twist again
E(la la la la la la la)
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