| Ay-um, ay-um, ay-um
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| Yeah, pass the pot
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| Ay-um, ay-um, ay-um
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| See me, I’m like a robot
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| I walk along colored street on this Friday
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| X and DMT prop my step keep me tidy
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| Near dirty club I see sky of magenta
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| Let me go, let me in, let me pass through the enter
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| Above my bug eyes floats mister Hofmann
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| Have a nice day! |
| Shit the pants. |
| It is normal
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| «Body go home, you are stoned and so weak!»
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| «What? |
| Who am I? |
| Suck the tractor-driver's dick!»
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| Yeah, I got in, it is safe, it’s so priceless
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| Shimmering colors and gyroscope dances
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| Dizziness’s coming, I’m climbing the wall
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| Am I feeling bad? |
| Go to hell, not at all!
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Hmm… Ay-um, ay-um, ay-um
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| Yeah, another pot
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| Hmm… Ay-um, ay-um, ay-um
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| It feels like I am a God
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| My arms are so wet (wet) and my eyes are so red (red)
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| Nobody guesses if alive or just dead (dead)
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| The Matrix has me it’s gonna be acid
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| Everything’s ruffling, should I take some antacid?
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| Colors are fading, my consciousness’s clearing
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| Wow wow, slow down, I’m not done with my chilling
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| Does anyone have any dose of cocaine?
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| Or anything else I can put in my veins?
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| Somebody thought of… some of them knew
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| Somebody says: «Monkey see, monkey do»
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| So I can spend such a way every day
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| Don’t interfere and move outta my way
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Hmm… Ay-um, ay-um, ay-um
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| Hmm… Ay-um, ay-um, ay-um
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| He-e-ey! |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae
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| He-e-ey! |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae
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| He-e-ey! |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae
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| He-e-ey! |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae
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| He-e-ey!
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| He-e-ey! |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae
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| He-e-ey! |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae. |
| Ay-um, ae
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| Every day, every day, ever-every day I think of…
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| Where to go, how to chill, how to…
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| I’m searching for the gain
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| He-e-ey! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stoned Monkey , by - Little Big. Song from the album With Russia from Love, in the genre