| Take this fire, roll on
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| Take me higher, roll on
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| You know that I never wanna come down
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| Roll on, roll on
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| Straight to the lungs and I start to float
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| Ain’t Teletubbies but I love this po
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| I spent my teens searching for the reason
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| And they’re claiming London’s a big smoke
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| Got to my twenties, had no common sense
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| These sessions grew longer, smoke weakened
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| Turned to the skunk which turned to the punk
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| Like rocking a green mohican
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| But now get me a leaflet, please
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| I’ll show you how we’ve got things to see
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| Just how tempting a pizza seems
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| When you’re totally Tower of Pisa lean
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| I’m promoting, none of that stress mate
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| 'Nough good vibes for bredrins' ears
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| Cause if you’re rolling up with wet paper
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| It might just end in tears
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| These rotations need the location
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| And we’re getting herb in where we are
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| So when I whip out this green card
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| It’s not to gain residence in America
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| I’m sitting up in these nice leather sofas
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| Sticking out seats like tennis coaches
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| Really think I need to hire pest control
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| When I to the weeks I spent with roaches?
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| Herbalists ain’t hurting shit
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| Stone a matey if it’s wrong
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| To wanna be like Big Ben
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| And stay associated with his bong
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| My higher education’s food for thought
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| And I’ve got to warm and serve it
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| Quickly, cause I am a dopey chef
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| Whose pot is always burning
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| When I wake up in the morning I think of you
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| I’m calling it love while they’re calling it abuse
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| And you love me back so there’s no danger that I’ll listen
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| To the bunch of fools that tried to call this an addiction
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| They’re not on a higher level so I doubt they know
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| I wish they would all disappear in a cloud of smoke
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| And leave me alone, I had to dedicate a whole song
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| To the one I love, we never hesitate to roll on |