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Hide The Weed
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Doing 83 in a 55, on county road 112
Roll the windows down, let the smoke roll out
Light a cigarette to hide the smell
He was waiting past the wood line
When I came by not givin' a damn
When I seen his lights, he was on my ass
But I can't stop right now
I still gotta hide the weed
I'll be damned if I go to jail for three-point-five
No sir, you ain't searching me
This ain't my first rodeo, son, I know my rights
You can call whoever, you can tell 'em what you want
But that still won't change a thing
'Cause you ain't got a warrant, and you ain't got a reason
And I'ma smoke when you pull away, so roll on, son
1 a.m., we hit a road block on county road 32
I said, "Hide my weed in your titties, girl
Or I hope you brought your running shoes"
He said, "Pull to the side, why you out so late?
Son, you better have a good excuse
Because you smell like smoke, but I'll let ya go"
I said "Sir, I'm just passin' through"
I still gotta hide the weed
I'll be damned if I go to jail for three-point-five
No sir, you ain't searching me
This ain't my first rodeo, son, I know my rights
You can call whoever, you can tell 'em what you want
But that still won't change a thing
'Cause you ain't got a warrant, and you ain't got a reason
And I'ma smoke when you pull away (yeah, yeah dirty), so roll on, son
We've been riding dirt roads getting stoned (getting stoned)
We ain't seen the police all night long (all night long)
So I got brave and thought I'd hit the store (hit the store)
I seen smokey on my left, so my gas pedal hit the floor (hit the floor)
I told my buddy, "Hide the weed, just eat as much as you can"
He busted open a bag and put a couple of buds in my hand
By the time he seen my eyes, I swear I was so high
He said "What the hell was y'all doing?" I said, "Officer, I can't even lie"
We had to hide the weed
I'll be damned if I go to jail for three-point-five
No sir, you ain't searching me
This ain't my first rodeo, son, I know my rights
You can call whoever, you can tell 'em what you want
But that still won't change a thing
'Cause you ain't got a warrant, and you ain't got a reason
And I'ma smoke when you pull away, so roll on, son
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