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Seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah Seven-fifty-seven Yеah, I'll never go to heavеn I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon I got problems with my spending All these horses in my engine Doing eighty in a thirty But I'm never in a hurry Screaming, "La-di-da-di-da-di All I wanna do is party" Drinkin' bottles of Moscato Takin' pictures with a model Stayin' up until the morning Wish that I was more discerning Goin' wild like coyote Where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah Seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah Ah, blow out the blunt smoke Sound of the shotgun I wanted smoke so I went out and I got some Live in dog years and I feel twenty-six Yeah, I'm old bitch but I learn new tricks Better learn quick or end up like green bricks You say you smoke real trees, they look like little sticks We don't smoke trees, we smoke tree sized dicks Seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado Interior gas station McDonald's I left my cell phone dead at the house I see the stars when the sun goes down Somebody's making money off of my problems The way that you're talking, you'd better wear a condom I smell cowards and sons of a bitch Everything quick all smells like shit I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado Interior gas station McDonald's I left my cell phone dead at the house I see the stars when the sun goes down