| Yes, why, why do I smoke so much weed?
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| That I'm screwed, that it's already a vice to be forging every little while
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| The little smoke doesn't let me breathe
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| In first class I'm going to take off so I don't get off
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| With the down for the flavor, that's another roll
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| Well, suddenly earrings arrive
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| And that relaxes my mind well dog
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| Many times I have had to improvise
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| If there is no other and we have to roll it, I have to devise
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| And with leaves from the mountain I have forged blonts
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| Pure medicine to walk up
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| I hit a bong, two-three straws'
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| That Kusharita makes my life happy
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| That little boy who was not going to leave the neighborhood
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| So suddenly it took over the whole picture
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| And entirely, full trucks jump to the other side
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| Macheteing the mountain, dad, ah-ah!
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| They had no faith and now they see me in the European
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| I stained my body, I don't regret it
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| In each stripe a secret is kept
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| Four-five, shot up always brings
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| On hand in case you have to snore, you won't think about it
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| With the down for the flavor, that's another roll
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| Well, suddenly earrings arrive
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| And that relaxes my mind well dog
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| Many times I have had to improvise
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| If there is no other and we have to roll it, I have to devise
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| And with leaves from the mountain I have forged blonts
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| Pure medicine to walk up
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| I hit a bong, two-three straws'
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| That Kusharita makes my life happy
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| That little boy who was not going to leave the neighborhood
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| So suddenly it took over the whole picture
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| And entirely, full trucks jump to the other side |