
SAGE ALLERGY Ouija Macc & Darby O'Trill
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[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Smoke 'til a motherfucca can't see
Nothing but that rhythm blessed and everyone against me
Squeezing 'til that motherfucca cliccin' an it's empty
Don't be burning sage up in my presence it offends me
(Fucc that shit! bitch!)
None of that shit!
I don't wanna smell that shit! Let's go!
[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Fall into the shade in the cut where the demons stay
Murder this away should've never ever shown yo face
Nothing left to say homie what the fucc you gon' say
Infinite decay chopper spray you get blown away
Fell into thе mist I ain't been the same since (nah!)
All in thе abyss probably thought it was a myth (ha!)
Listening to demons I'm developing a gift (yeah!)
I can hear them better with that blunt up to my lips (hol' up!)
[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Smoke 'til a motherfucca can't see
Nothing but that rhythm blessed and everyone against me
Squeezing 'til that motherfucca cliccin' an it's empty
Don't be burning sage up in my presence it offends me
(Fucc that shit! bitch!)
None of that shit!
I don't wanna smell that shit! Let's go!
Smoke 'til a motherfucca can't see
Nothing but that rhythm blessed and everyone against me
Squeezing 'til that motherfucca cliccin' an it's empty
Don't be burning sage up in my presence it offends me
(Fucc that shit! bitch!)
None of that shit!
I don't wanna smell that shit! Let's go!
[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Fall into the shade in the cut where the demons stay
Murder this away should've never ever shown yo face
Nothing left to say homie what the fucc you gon' say
Infinite decay chopper spray you get blown away
Fell into thе mist I ain't been the same since (nah!)
All in thе abyss probably thought it was a myth (ha!)
Listening to demons I'm developing a gift (yeah!)
I can hear them better with that blunt up to my lips (hol' up!)
[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Smoke 'til a motherfucca can't see
Nothing but that rhythm blessed and everyone against me
Squeezing 'til that motherfucca cliccin' an it's empty
Don't be burning sage up in my presence it offends me
(Fucc that shit! bitch!)
None of that shit!
I don't wanna smell that shit! Let's go!
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