757

757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven
Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven
Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smokin' since eleven
Told the devil he's a lemon
I got problems with my spendin'
All these horses in my engine
Doin' eighty in a thirty
But I'm never in a hurry
Screamin' "la di da di da di, all I wanna do is party"
Drinkin' bottles of Moscato
Takin' pictures with a model
Stayin' up until the morning
Wish that I was more discerning
Goin' wild like coyote
Where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah
757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smoking since eleven
Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smoking since eleven
Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
Blow out the blunt smoke, sound of the shotgun
I wanted smoke, so I went out and got some
Live in dog years and I feel twenty six
Yeah, I'm old bitch but I learn new tricks
Better learn quick or end up like green bricks
You say you smoke real trees,
those look like little sticks
We don't smoke trees,
we smoke tree-sized dicks
757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smoking since eleven
Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
I've been smoking since eleven
Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado
Interior gas station McDonald's
I left my cellphone dead at the house
I see the stars when the sun goes down
Somebody's making money on my problems
The way that you're talking,
you'd better wear a condom
I smell cowards and sons of a bitch
Everything quick, all smells like shit
I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado
Interior gas station McDonald's
I left my cellphone dead at the house
I see the stars when the sun goes down