"You see the redness in my eyeballs..
Homie ain't no question that I ball.
I'm fresh as pine sol. what your smellin' is trees...
I clear my head like Magellan, while he sailin' the seven..
Seas, til Armageddon just waitin' til I'm a legend..
Please I am a legend a veteran and my professional guess
In this methodness session you'll smell is herbal essence...
Ain't nothing like a first impression, skies the limit,
And sometimes I'm so high.. I need a flight attendant."
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"Lite 1 Witcha Boi" as written by Clifford Smith Bernard Freeman
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