757 - 100 gecs

Seven-fifty-seven

Yeah, I'll never go to heaven

I've been smokin' since eleven

Told the devil he's a lemon

Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven

Yeah, I'll never go to heaven

I've been smokin' since eleven

Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah

Seven-fifty-seven

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 spending

All these horses in my engine

Doing eighty in a thirty

But I'm never in a hurry

Screaming, "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

Seven-fifty-seven

Yeah, I'll never go to heaven

I've been smokin' since eleven

Told the devil he's a lemon

Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven

Yeah, I'll never go to heaven

I've been smokin' since eleven

Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah

Ah, blow out the blunt smoke

Sound of the shotgun

I wanted smoke so I went out and I 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, they look like little sticks

We don't smoke trees, we smoke tree sized dicks

Seven-fifty-seven

Yeah, I'll never go to heaven

I've been smokin' since eleven

Told the devil he's a lemon

Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven

Yeah, I'll never go to heaven

I've been smokin' 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 cell phone dead at the house

I see the stars when the sun goes down

Somebody's making money off of 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 cell phone dead at the house

I see the stars when the sun goes down