Lyrics

757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since 11 Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah 757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since 11 Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah 757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since 11, told the devil he's a lemon I got problems with my spendin', all these horses in my engine Doin' 80 in a 30, but I'm never in a hurry Screamin', "La di da di da di, all I wanna do is party" Drinkin' bottles of Moscato, takin' pictures with a model Stayin' up until the morning, wish that I was more discerning Goin' wild like coyote Where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah 757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smoking since 11 Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah 757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smoking since 11 Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah Blow out the blunt smoke, sound of the shotgun I wanted smoke, so I went out and got some Live in dog years and I feel 26 Yeah, I'm old, bitch, but I learn new tricks Better learn quick or end up like green bricks You say you smoke real trees, those look like little sticks We don't smoke trees, we smoke tree-sized dicks 757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smoking since 11 Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah 757, yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smoking since 11 Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado Interior gas station McDonald's I left my cellphone dead at the house I see the stars when the sun goes down Somebody's making money on my problems The way that you're talking, you'd better wear a condom I smell cowards and sons of a bitch Everything quick, all smells like shit I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado Interior gas station McDonald's I left my cellphone dead at the house I see the stars when the sun goes down