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I breathe in as much smoke as I breathe in air,
smoke by myself or more often in a pair to share,
retire then deny the claim like Favre three years in a row,
then come right back as fresh still rockin number 4,
a slight remorse of hip hop flowin through this dream,
wakin up forever, limbo is my reality it seems,
stuck with the totem always spinning and spinning,
my totem is a blunt I roll and face from the beginning,
bring me back, gimme the simultaneous kick in threes and Zero G,
wake me up in reality where at least the G's run freely,
make money to afford the return to my reality,
the dream begins when I wake up to a much better life for me.