| Tired fe lick weed in a bush
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| Tired fe lick pipe in a gully
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| We want to come out in the open
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| Where the breeze can blow it so far away
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| To the north, to the south
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| To the eas', an' to the wes', to the wes'
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| Talkin' about Jonestown, Trenchtown, concrete jungle, too
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| From Waterhouse, that’s the wes', that’s the bes', that's the wes'
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| From St. Ann's it comes to you
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| The best kali weed you ever drew
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| So why should you run and hide
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| From the red seam, the blue seam, the khaki clothes, too, hmm
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| Tired fe lick weed in a bush
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| Tired fe lick chillum in a gully
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| We want to come out in the open
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| Where the breeze can blow it so far away
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| To the north, to the south
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| To the eas', an' to the wes', to the wes', ooh now
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| We want, we want to be free. |