Lyrics:
If you want to we can kick it, baby, joint 2 joint
[Chorus]
(Sex me) Uh, yeah (safe), joint 2 joint
(Sex me) Uh, yeah (safe), kick it, baby,
Ey ey ey ey
Fajčím špek a pijem Jack
Pijem Jack a fajčím špek
Fajčím špek a pijem Jack
Pijem Jack a fajčím špek
Jackie a joint, Jackie a joint
some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you
gnarly
Got that cottonmouth so I'm sippin' on Starry
Only toke never snortin' on Charlie (nah)
(Aye, your turn Connor)
(Fire on that shit boy)
Freak in
ribs
I'm saying though, I got a couple hundreds, what it's hitting fo'
A rack of condoms and some fire girl lit
Now dim the lights and let me see you
this fire into ashes
A little bit of damage but I strive in the chaos
A little above average with the rhymes and the cadence
A little overwhelmed, like
ain't legal
But I brought it home anyway
So fuck the cops, we breaking rules
Light the blunt up and get fucked up, yeah, yeah
Light the joint up
a joint of yours
Light me up, Light me up
Just like a joint of yours
Light me up
Light me up
Can you light my fire for me?
Cause I think it died out on me
La Música de Harry Fraud
I might pull up a one, maybe two thangs (new things)
Got my old-school joint and my new thang (old-school gang)
Got my
Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't
me
I could point out where he's wrong, even put it in a song
But deep down he's surely better than me
Inside I am putting out big fires, I'm running
I gotta joint and a juice box
I gotta joint and a juice box
I'm getting high on the rooftop
I'm getting High on the rooftop
I gotta stash in my
had the fire like a cold kitchen
Damn I had to swag it real quick
Push the seat back in the whip
We ain’t asking for shit
Cause this another joint
small
Gotta hit it wit the plyers
Finna use these matches
Man this weed straight fire
Cause my joint went out
And I can't find my lighter
Smoking Mary
blunt
Always keep your fire, always keep your fire
Know some niggas doing years
They ain't crying 'bout time
Smoke you a joint, smoke you a joint
Fuck
картин.
Наблюдатель картин.
Observer of the Pictures
I love my windows, cos light goes through them,
Cos daybreak rises there in mornings,
Cos during
It's gonna be like six joints, we're gonna do it mad quick
And then you just kept sendin' me fire and I was like
Yo, aight, now I gotta do this
Then
moois (Jah)
Ik heb het, ik heb het best koud maar fuck die shit, ik lit nog een joint (Ey, ey)
Lit nog een joint, lit nog een joint
Hitten een kleintje,
observers in the waves like a pocket of shellfish
Life wrote itself, we just felt it
Life wrote itself, we just felt it
Walking on wet ground at night it’s
avant minuit
J'arrive pas à dormir
Je réfléchis trop
Donc je me refume un joint de weed
Je passe dans l'upsidown un peu comme si j'étais will
Mais bon de
stoned off our ass
Working at the pizza joint
Jonny's in the kitchen
His pants are on fire
Juan's behind the dumpster
Trying to get higher
Karen went
the temper
Goin to a funeral gotta
Roll another joint to
Damn
Already know raw paper what I fold
I’m about to stop & roll
Light the fire & I go
All the way up
around
And wil' out
Matter fact, we gon' have them shits everythwere, you dig?
Yeah, bitch yeah, uh
I'm rolling up another joint as soon
turned into stones
Silent observers of the world
Ah-ah-ah-oh
It's time to gather stones
It's time to figure out this world alone
Catch this fire
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