Durango Daze Lyrics

Never really had a scene

Had my little clique

Got invested in the green

Not a interest

That I'd follow

That was me

Burnt out

Bum

He just a loner and a dweeb

Those cronies here like every week

Sit in parking lots any time we had thats free

Rollin round the blocks

Bro I need three g's

Checking out my watch

Like who really need sleep?

Sure think I moved like every stoner

Sell enough to stock up

My smoking marijuana

Always down to spark up

Night into the morning

School into work mode

It help me keep my focus

Til I'm zoning

Thinkin bout my poet

Something I could do

But nah I can't

I must be joking

After high school

Just join the U

And keep it rolling

Could chef it up

Or fix some trucks exactly

Like my bro did

Guess I'm hopeless

Ain't really much for all the school

Mediocre in my class

Rather try to make a move

Sell a little grass

It wouldn't last

That's what I knew

Reeking in the halls

I got suspension for it too

Said I'm splendid as a student

When I'm sober and astute

But I smoked every lunch

Mr. F

You ain't knew?

I'm better when I'm blunted

And my breath smell like fuel

Cause I put up with your shit

Instead shifting to my tune

Never really had a scene

Had my little clique

Got invested in the green

Not a interest

That I'd follow

That was me

Burnt out

Bum

He just a loner and a dweeb

Those cronies here like every week

Sit in parking lots any time we had thats free

Rollin round the blocks

Bro I need 3 g's

Checking out my watch

Like who really need sleep?

Roll roll

Roll it up

Slow slow

This the spot

Hopping out the whip

Boutta get like 50 bucks

Then we headed to this bitch

To sell some petty little dub

Shit I'm never getting rich

Off this penny nickel stuff

I'm convinced if I did

I'd be convicted in a month

Ain't no conflictions with skunk

I keep on smoking every day tho

A play doh moral compass

Get you as far as fighting Kato

Shit I probably lost more grape grows

Than grape grove has

Boo toss tomatoes

When I fumble the bag

Who lose the table

And still get a new hand

It's me

I hate losing bitch

I go til I win

Love green

Cause you sell it

Get it back in your hand

Fuck mean

Never average

Being complacent your end

Fuck a scene

Got my homies

Freaks, Geeks, Fiends, Businessmen

Never seen a better team since

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