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bloodshot breeze - fried day lyrics

[chorus: bloodshot breeze]
i’m just rolling up a baseball bat
joint so fat that you’ve got to get a torch
i’ll be smoking like smokey on the front porch
i start the day by sparking a j then i drift away
rolling up a another bouquet no distractions in my way
blowing that kk more than day_day
filling up the ashtray when i blasé
having a good fried day (fried day)

[verse 1: bloodshot breeze]
i’m watching friday on tubi
holding a big bong and a doobie
blazing like i’m in a competition
passing around weed i’m not resisting
i’m twisting up the best in america
what you’ve got is pretendica
i’m smoking till i’m stupefying
many people think that i’m lying
when i say that i can out smoke snoop lion
there’s no denying i’m a real weed wh0re
if you don’t smoke then b_tch find the door
i’m just a white guy with two green thumbs
pockets full of weed i’m not smuggling plums
when it comes to my medicine it’s top of the line
i’m always getting fried like i’m under the sunshine
find me on cloud nine burning a few strains
more than 2 chainz till nothing remains
blowing more clouds than jet planes
n0body wants a toothpick all of my joints are real thick
i’m trying to get as high as saint nick
even though police are on my d_ck
i’m rolling up a giant stick of dynamite to blaze
back to my old ways getting fried on fridays
pack a bowl don’t pack a gat
man i get so high i forget where i’m at
[chorus: bloodshot breeze]

song title: fried day
artist: bloodshot breeze
album: airplane mode
producer: bloodshot breeze
songwriter/composer: broc jesch
publisher: super stoner
all rights reserved under super stoner 2024

- bloodshot breeze lyrics

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