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  • The Hot Spot

    The Hot Spot

    Infinitely Stoned Productions|2

    (yeah) Homies at the table and the room too loud

    Roll one up, pass it 'round,

    let the whole crew clown

    I came in laughing with a cup in my hand Hair tied

    back, gold hoops, whole room jammed Best friend roasting everybody in sight

    Got the blunt going left and the jokes going all night Somebody

    dancing off beat on the kitchen tile Somebody telling that same wild

    story with a grin and a smile Weird as fuck and we

    own it, that is plain truth Hot box haze in the air

    while we act brand new We with the homies getting high,

    getting silly again Cracking jokes,

    blowing smoke, let the night not end Hands up,

    laugh loud, let the whole room spin Weird as fuck with my

    friends, that's a hell of a win

    My homegirl tripping cause the chips fell down Still talking big with

    salsa all over her gown One dude trying to freestyle,

    missing the beat So we clap on two and four,

    help him stay on his feet

    Ashtray full, laughter hit like a drum Every joke getting dumber and

    it keep getting fun Windows cracked,

    moon out, whole block know the vibe Just a circle full of

    day ones feeling too alive I slid through late with the snacks

    and a grin Saw the room spun out,

    knew I had to fit in Shorty on the couch got the

    whole crew weak Cause she swear she saw the dog try to

    moonwalk to the beat I'm just posted in the back with the

    smoke in the air Telling bad dad jokes like nobody care But

    the laugh hit hard,

    now the tears all show It's a family kind of high when

    you kicking it slow We with the homies getting high,

    getting silly again Cracking jokes,

    blowing smoke, let the night not end Hands up,

    laugh loud, let the whole room spin Weird as fuck with my

    friends, that's a hell of a win Sun might rise soon but

    nobody care yet We still making legends out of things we regret

    Like who burned the toast and who lost one shoe Who tried

    to hit a backflip and flew right through But the love in

    the room got a sweet kind of weight Cheap weed,

    deep laughs, and a paper plate If being grown means dull,

    then I'm cool right here With the homies acting strange and the

    vibe this clear Pass it around,

    let the whole thing roll Laugh with the fam,

    let it loosen your soul Same old crew but the story stay

    fresh One more joke,

    one more toast, we blessed (ha) Weird little night with the best

    little friends Smoke in the air and we do it again

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