Twist Again (La La La) Songtext
von Chris Webby

See
We been on that La La La since ′08
Combine strains and taste
Lebron james of vaping
Volcano blazing bongs with no breaks
Edibles on plates till I'm beyond baked
And I be on and it indica got me gone
Got that wax that you can′t feel your body on (yeah)
Yeah, that shit that you moving slow is a zombie on
High as a cosmonaut never gon' catch me not smoking
The best hit my chest and I take the whole rip
Fuck a 20 bag. I'll take the whole zip
Even if the federal government oppose it
I say fuck it and grab another nugget and puff it in public
Weed naps on my back like a Snorlax
Highest alien bouncing off of the ceiling
I need it up in my system the minute that I record that
Loud packed in a Raw wrap
Yeah


Let′s twist again
Like we did last summer
Let′s twist again
Until we all get high, yeah
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
So let's twist again
Until we learn to fly, yeah
Let′s twist again (la la la la la)
Let's twist again (la la la la la)
Let′s twist again (la la la la la)
Let's twist again (la la la la la)

Still rollin′ to the diner with my half off coupon
Bacon grilled cheese and you know I get my soup on
Still up on that Jimmy Neutron
Got the boost on in my spaceship
Lean back in a futon, whoa
Even when I'm seeing the cops
I chief pot whether they gon' make it legal or not
′Cause see I smoke for recreation before it was recreational
Take a pull
Now the euphoria is undebatable
And my terpene so aromatic, yeah
You can smell it from my parents attic to the basement
Till they say: Chris, light an incense, or use some of that spray shit, fuck I can′t take this
For Christ sake you're 28, give me a break
Alright mom
Then I go back to getting baked
Higher than Towelie up on a balcony
And smoking hourly and burning the Sour D like a calorie


Let′s twist again
Like we did last summer
Let's twist again
Until we all get high, yeah
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
So lets twist again
Until we learn to fly, yeah
Let′s twist again (la la la la la)
Let's twist again (la la la la la)
Let′s twist again (la la la la la)
Let's twist again (la la la la la)

When that wax pen is in action
And the smoke fill the room like Mad Men
With those hash blends
I'm like Captain Kirk
When I get the purp I am blasting off
Till I′m lost in the stars (yeah)
Never come down
Light my blunts with the sun now
Snuffing out the bud like a blood hound
I′m chemically imbalanced roll a doobie and I puff now
So I'm saying: Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?
Say: Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?
Yeah, who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?
No, for real, who got my fuckin′ lighter
I need that fire from the Bic just to calm me
And the chronic goes so strong
Hoodie smelling like it's Snoop Doggs Laundry
Twist like Chubby Checker
There′s nothing better on Gods green
Roll the palm trees
And I'm gone
Peace

Let′s twist again
Like we did last summer
Let's twist again
Until we all get high, yeah
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
So lets' twist again
Until we learn to fly, yeah
Let′s twist again (la la la la la)
Let′s twist again (la la la la la)
Let's twist again (la la la la la)
Let′s twist again (la la la la la)

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