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Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J & TM88 "Medication" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It must be nice
To roll weed, and ride fancy cars, and shit
And spend money how you wanna spend it, you know?
[Verse 2]
Roll me up a eighth, I need some inspiration
Pour me up a eighth, I need some  motivation
Only thing I hate 'bout drugs is the preparation
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
[Verse 3]
I smoke every day, that's that dedication
Never sober, always high, that's that levitation
This shit get me where I'm goin', that's that transportation
**** try to hold me back, that's that desperation
This shit go straight to my head, that's that education
**** askin' all those questions, that's investigation
Wanna know what my next move? That's anticipation
Had to cut that bitch off, that's that cancellation
I was smokin' the day I got off of probation
I stay rollin' up extendos, bruh, that duplication
Got so much money in my pocket, I'm a cash station
Got so much loud in my blunt, this a gas station
[Verse 4]
Roll me up a eighth, I need some inspiration
Pour me up a eighth, I need some motivation
Only thing I hate 'bout drugs is the preparation
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
[Verse 5]
Drinkin', no chasin', smokin' that weed, but don't lace it
Roll up a joint and just face it
I just be goin' through phases
Hit your bitch all from the back while I'm pullin' her braids
****, we famous
When I walk into the club, them **** start throwin' the gang up
Gettin' this paper
Get to my crib, have relations and never call her again
I just be ballin', my friend
Made my own way through the game 'cause I'm smarter than them
And I go harder than them
Knew I was great when I ain't have a dollar to spend
There go that pothead again
Ain't in the club with you 'less my whole squad gettin' in
Tattoos all over my body
Don't fuck with security, know all my real **** got me
We in the lobby
Smokin' that weed like I'm Marley
TM this beat is a problem
Crazy to think you could stop us
And, homie, we ain't got no patients 'cause we ain't no doctors
Used to have weed in my locker
Now every bitch that you see on my team is a model
Drinkin' it straight out the bottle
Goin' so hard, I don't think I'ma wake up tomorrow, the gang
[Verse 6]
Roll me up a eighth, I need some inspiration
Pour me up a eighth, I need some motivation
Only thing I hate 'bout drugs is the preparation
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
I ain't got no patience with my medication
[Verse 7]
I'm 'bout to smoke me some gas, I'm 'bout to roll me a zip
I'm 'bout to pour me some drank, nothin' less than two fifths
I'm 'bout to smack me some ass, shawty gon' get her a tip
I'm 'bout to go in my stash, I'm 'bout to make me flip
[Verse 8]
Roll me up some inspiration
Pour me up some motivation
Roll me up some inspiration
Pour me up some motivation
[Verse 9]
Cup full of syrup, no pancakes
Welcome to my dab game, first 48
How high can you get? I'm in outer space
All I smoke is moon rocks and eat crater cake
White girl thick like mayonnaise
Trippy stickin' with her ass out
Dab until I pass out
Gas mask dabs, shoulda bought it wax on wax
Fired up propane
Hash oil for my appetite
Don't smoke no cocaine
Top shelf reserve, I don't smoke no-name
Who got the loud pack?
Who got the plug on the strong?
Smokin' them cookies
I need amber glass to get on
Who smoke blunts?
Who smokin' them papers?
Light them bitches
Fuck your neighbors
Written by: Bryan Simmons, Cameron Thomaz, Jordan Houston

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