Get On Berner
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[Hook 1: Berner]
Smoke, hold that shit in until you choke
If you really trying to get on
Smoke, hold that shit in until you choke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
[Verse 1: Berner]
And smoke, I'm loaded, I feel like I could float
My fingertips are numb, my finger nails are full of coke
I'm solid under pressure ain't no way that I would fold
This is for them bitches that I fucked on the road, how you been
Tell your friends that, damn that man is cold
I'm better yet I'm on, them Z's got me dizzy I don't know
How the fuck I got home from my show
I wake up in my bed, next to two chicks I never met
I'm in France mixing bubble hash with my cigarettes
Amsterdam for the day before I fly home
Two zips of kush got my mind gone, mushrooms, I'm gone
Everything I needed, I wake up and I'm drinking
I fall asleep early in the evening, I ain't leaning
Yeah they ask me what I'm breathing, that shit they can't get
17 reasons for his ass
Smoke, hold that shit in until you choke
If you really trying to get on
Smoke, hold that shit in until you choke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
[Verse 1: Berner]
And smoke, I'm loaded, I feel like I could float
My fingertips are numb, my finger nails are full of coke
I'm solid under pressure ain't no way that I would fold
This is for them bitches that I fucked on the road, how you been
Tell your friends that, damn that man is cold
I'm better yet I'm on, them Z's got me dizzy I don't know
How the fuck I got home from my show
I wake up in my bed, next to two chicks I never met
I'm in France mixing bubble hash with my cigarettes
Amsterdam for the day before I fly home
Two zips of kush got my mind gone, mushrooms, I'm gone
Everything I needed, I wake up and I'm drinking
I fall asleep early in the evening, I ain't leaning
Yeah they ask me what I'm breathing, that shit they can't get
17 reasons for his ass
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