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Аккорды к песне ​Chris Webby — Twist Again

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[Verse 1] 
  
See 
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We been on that La La La since '08, combine strains and taste 
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LeBron James of vaping, volcano blazing bongs with no breaks 
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Edibles on plates till I'm beyond baked 
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And I be on, indica got me gone 
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Got that wax that you can't feel your body on 
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Yeah that shit that you moving slow is a zombie on 
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High as a cosmonaut never gon catch me not smoking 
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The best hit my chest and I take the whole rip 
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Fuck a 20 bag I'll take the whole zip 
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Even if the federal government oppose it 
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I say fuck it and grab another nugget and puff it in public 
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Weed naps on my back like a Snorlax 
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Highest alien, bouncing off of the ceiling 
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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 
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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 
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Still up on that Jimmy Neutron, got the boost on 
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In my spaceship, lean back in a futon 
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Whoa, even when I'm seeing the cops 
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I chief pot, whether they gon' make it legal or not 
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'Cause see I smoke for recreation before it was recreational 
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Take a pull, now the euphoria is undebatable 
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My terpene so aromatic 
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Yeah, you can smell it from my parents attic 
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To the basement 'til they say, "Chris, light an incense 
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Or use some of that spray shit 
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Fuck, I can't take this! For Christ sake 
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You're 28, give me a break!" (Alright mom) 
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Then I Go back to gettin' baked 
  
Higher than Towelie up on a balcony 
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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] 
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When that wax pen is in action 
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And the smoke fill the room like Mad Men 
      G 
With those hash blends, I'm like Captain 
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Kirk, when I get the purp I       Am blastin' 
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Off, 'til I'm lost in the stars, never come down 
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Light my blunts with the sun now 
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Snuffin' out the bud like a blood hound 
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I'm chemically imbalanced, roll a doobie and I puff now 
         Am 
So I'm sayin', "Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?" 
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Say, "Who got the lighter? Who got the lighter?" 
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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 
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And the chronic goes so strong 
  
Hoodie smelling like it's Snoop Dogg's laundry 
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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) 

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