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dj lucas - program lyrics

[intro]
dj
dj
clean!
let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk
smoke!
reportin’ from the farmlands of massachusetts, man
dj!
d_d_dj!

[chorus]
smokin’ this za ’till i can’t
shorty tuned out ’cause i went on a rant
dj
yeah they know that i’m stamped
boy i came out the woods like a person at camp
got a feelin’ in my gut, boy i hope it’s a cramp
told my custy to wait in the car by the boat ramp (money!)
y’all better get with the program
but we back on the drugs with this girl that he met at the program

[verse]
i be rockin’ this
no, i can’t be the type to be shunnin’ my audience
shorty said i’m too obvious
and the wax oozin’ outta the blunt just likе confidence
i said it doesn’t takе much to explain
when i jump on the track and doin’ my thing
and i grew up on [?] lane
me and dane, that’s the reason we go against the grain
talkin’ my talk he can see all my veins
and i still stayed down when it was all up in flames
mom told me “luke it’s not all fun and games”
if i’m rockin’ designer it’s covered in stains
(nyyuuuu) that’s the sound of the cars while i sit in the breakdown lane
got a homie from mass but he’s growing in maine
and i came out the same (place?) as all that remains
dj
[chorus]
smokin’ this za ’till i can’t
shorty tuned out ’cause i went on a rant
dj
yeah they know that i’m stamped
mama saved up to send me to art camp
got a feelin’ in my gut, boy i hope it’s a cramp
told my custy to wait in the car by the boat ramp (money!)
y’all better get with the program
but we back on the drugs with this girl that he met at the program

[verse 2]
baby i put on a show
i pull up with a blunt and a 12 pack of high life
the ceiling above me too low
so don’t be surprised when there’s cracks in the skylight
gotta do me i can’t live a lie
dad used to tell me to root for the little guy
now i’m just smoking on firefly
you’re always my fam we don’t gotta see eye to eye
jump on the track and i cry
on the stage dropping tears like there’s smoke in my eye
how you hatin’ on me when you don’t even try?
and i’m still flippin’ work cause i gotta get by
mom knew i sell weed, i ain’t even try to lie
there’s a pretty good chance that i work till i die
and my homie can’t stop getting high
and i just showed the barber a picture of daniel mcbride
talkin’ my talk boy i’m stressin’ it
i be doing it big cause the future’s indefinite
now the haters they don’t even question it
how the plug drop from heaven he really be blessin’ it
in this life you get loved you get hated
and i’m still pushin’ through even when i feel jaded
i don’t wanna go back it feels tainted
shorty said that i’m way too abrasive
(chill)
[chorus]
smokin’ this za ’till i can’t
shorty tuned out ’cause i went on a rant
dj
yeah they know that i’m stamped
boy i came out the woods like a person at camp
got a feelin’ in my gut, boy i hope it’s a cramp
told my custy to wait in the car by the boat ramp
y’all need to get with the program
but we back on the drugs with this girl that he met at the program (haaa!)

- dj lucas

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