Chris Webby - Twist Again

                [Verse 1]
 
See
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We been on that La La La since '08, combine strains and taste
                       G
LeBron James of vaping, volcano blazing bongs with no breaks
E
Edibles on plates till I'm beyond baked
Am
And I be on, indica got me gone
F
Got that wax that you can't feel your body on
         G
Yeah that shit that you moving slow is a zombie on
         E
High as a cosmonaut never gon catch me not smoking
 Am
The best hit my chest and I take the whole rip
 F
Fuck a 20 bag I'll take the whole zip
 G
Even if the federal government oppose it
      E
I say fuck it and grab another nugget and puff it in public
 Am
Weed naps on my back like a Snorlax
 F
Highest alien, bouncing off of the ceiling
 G
I need it up in my system the minute that I record that
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Loud packed in a Raw wrap
 
Yeah
 
 
[Chorus]
 Am                                   F
Let's twist again, like we did last summer
      G                             E
Let's twist again, until we all get high
        Am                                 F
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
        G                              E
So lets twist again, until we learn to fly
             Am
Yeah, let's twist again
                    F
(la la la la la la la)
       G
Let's twist again
                   E
(la la la la la la la)
       Am
Let's twist again
                   F
(la la la la la la la)
       G
Let's twist again
                    E
(la la la la la la la)
 
 
[Verse 2]
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Still rollin' to the diner with my half off coupon
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Bacon grilled cheese and you know I get my soup on
 G
Still up on that Jimmy Neutron, got the boost on
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In my spaceship, lean back in a futon
 Am
Whoa, even when I'm seeing the cops
       F
I chief pot, whether they gon' make it legal or not
              G
'Cause see I smoke for recreation before it was recreational
  E
Take a pull, now the euphoria is undebatable
 Am
My terpene so aromatic
      F
Yeah, you can smell it from my parents attic
        G
To the basement 'til they say, "Chris, light an incense
E
Or use some of that spray shit
                        Am
Fuck, I can't take this! For Christ sake
                           F
You're 28, give me a break!" (Alright mom)
                               G
Then I Go back to gettin' baked
 
Higher than Towelie up on a balcony
     E
And smoking hourly and burning the Sour D like a calorie
 
 
[Chorus]
 Am                                   F
Let's twist again, like we did last summer
      G                             E
Let's twist again, until we all get high
        Am                                 F
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
        G                              E
So lets twist again, until we learn to fly
             Am
Yeah, let's twist again
                    F
(la la la la la la la)
       G
Let's twist again
                   E
(la la la la la la la)
       Am
Let's twist again
                   F
(la la la la la la la)
       G
Let's twist again
                    E
(la la la la la la la)
 
 
[Verse 3]
          Am
When that wax pen is in action
          F
And the smoke fill the room like Mad Men
           G
With those hash blends, I'm like Captain
      E
Kirk, when I get the purp I Am blastin'
      Am
Off, 'til I'm lost in the stars, never come down
F
Light my blunts with the sun now
                 G
Snuffin' out the bud like a blood hound
               E
I'm chemically imbalanced, roll a doobie and I puff now
                Am
So I'm sayin', "Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?"
      F
Say, "Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?"
      G
Yeah, "Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?"
 
No, for real, who got my fuckin' lighter?
                         Am
I need that fire from the Bic just to calm me
                          F
And the chronic goes so strong
 
Hoodie smelling like it's Snoop Dogg's laundry
G
Twist like Chubby Checker
 
There's nothing better on God's green
 
Roll the palm trees and I'm gone, peace
 
 
[Chorus]
 Am                                   F
Let's twist again, like we did last summer
      G                             E
Let's twist again, until we all get high
        Am                                 F
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
        G                              E
So lets twist again, until we learn to fly
             Am
Yeah, let's twist again
                    F
(la la la la la la la)
       G
Let's twist again
                   E
(la la la la la la la)
       Am
Let's twist again
                   F
(la la la la la la la)
       G
Let's twist again
                    E
(la la la la la la la)