Twist Again (La La La) - Chris Webby

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We been on that La La La since '08, combine strains and taste

LeBron James of vaping, volcano blazing bongs with no breaks

Edibles on plates till I’m beyond baked

And I be on, indica got me gone

Got that wax that you can’t feel your body on

Yeah that shit that you moving slow is a zombie on

High as a cosmonaut never gon catch me not smoking

The best hit my chest and I take the whole rip

Fuck a 20 bag I’ll take the whole zip

Even if the federal government oppose it

I say fuck it and grab another nugget and puff it in public

Weed naps on my back like a Snorlax

Highest alien, bouncing off of the ceiling

I need it up in my system the minute that I record that

Loud packed in a Raw wrap

Yeah

Let’s twist again, like we did last summer

Let’s twist again, until we all get high

I still remember when «I got the weed mans number»

So lets twist again, until we learn to fly

Yeah, let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Still rollin' to the diner with my half off coupon

Bacon grilled cheese and you know I get my soup on

Still up on that Jimmy Neutron, got the boost on

In my spaceship, lean back in a futon

Whoa, even when I’m seeing the cops

I chief pot, whether they gon' make it legal or not

'Cause see I smoke for recreation before it was recreational

Take a pull, now the euphoria is undebatable

My terpene so aromatic

Yeah, you can smell it from my parents attic

To the basement 'til they say, «Chris, light an incense

Or use some of that spray shit

Fuck, I can’t take this!

For Christ sake

You’re 28, give me a break!»

(Alright mom)

Then I go back to gettin' baked

Higher than Towelie up on a balcony

And smoking hourly and burning the Sour D like a calorie

Let’s twist again, like we did last summer

Let’s twist again, until we all get high

I still remember when «I got the weed mans number»

So let’s twist again, until we learn to fly

Yeah, let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

When that wax pen is in action

And the smoke fill the room like Mad Men

With those hash blends, I’m like Captain

Kirk, when I get the purp I am blastin'

Off, 'til I’m lost in the stars, never come down

Light my blunts with the sun now

Snuffin' out the bud like a blood hound

I’m chemically imbalanced, roll a doobie and I puff now

So I’m sayin', «Who got the lighter?

Who got the lighter?»

Say, «Who got the lighter?

Who got the lighter?»

Yeah, «Who got the lighter?

Who got the lighter?»

No, for real, who got my fuckin' lighter?

I need that fire from the Bic just to calm me

And the chronic goes so strong

Hoodie smelling like it’s Snoop Dogg’s laundry

Twist like Chubby Checker

There’s nothing better on God’s green

Roll the palm trees and I’m gone, peace

Let’s twist again, like we did last summer

Let’s twist again, until we all get high

I still remember when «I got the weed mans number»

So lets twist again, 'til we learn to fly

Yeah, Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)

Let’s twist again

(la la la la la la la)