Lyrics:
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
(You've got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal
I've got enough
I've got enough
I've got enough
Gasoline to get me down the road to you
I've got enough tobacco in this pipe for two
I really hope
spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin
Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Ayatollah
And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture
Tobacco pipe smoker,
dope toh phooku leke tobacco pipe
Lyrical Nazi karta rapper'on ka genocide
Yeh Gud Kid aur Poison Child lagta foster home
Main itna sick checkup karne
over wine
See how long it'd take me to get my fill
When I'd Head out on the trail and load my tobacco pipe with smoke
Or buy myself a sack and a box
looking for the wherewithal for a wake
Tobacco pipes and wood for a coffin
On my return home, sick, tired and sad
Where did I find my old man but roasting
muted
It's just a dark cloud coming by
Clenching too tight try to refute it
Hittin' my tobacco pipe
I never smack my wife
Reading books on the toilet
бланта
Как будто парю вейп
Make a juice liquid
Have tobacco pipe
Я пью китайский чай
В моем термосе жень-шень
Делаю бабло
Словно лет мне сорок семь
Со мной
целый день
Я пью lemonade
Твоя хоу знает name
Заболел опять бок
Наклеил там tape
Дыма от бланта
Как будто парю вейп
Make a juice liquid
Have tobacco pipe
of the bottle that was in my hands
But we're just dancing
I've seen a lot of the daytime
In the sunlight and my god it's bright
I felt the love of a tobacco pipe
don't leave when the coal is burning
Unless I pass off passing bros a pipe (Pipe)
Smoke tobacco fuck my lungs are rusty (Rusty)
Choke my eyes are getting
of porter at his head
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco
of porter at his head
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco
pipes, tobacco and brandy punch
Then the widow Malone began to cry
"Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see,
Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die?"
wake
His friends assembled at the wake
And misses Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
wake
His friends assembled at the wake
And misses Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
the country by both men and women. They were particularly popular at ""wakes"" where trays of tobacco-filled pipes, Guinness, and Whiskey would be laid out for
Vater Walter humours in 1928
As he peers over spectacles
Teeth clenching a tobacco-less pipe
Black umbrella as a cane
Bow-tied Tante Henny looks
of porter at his head
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco
at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry
Such
sugaree?
Everything I got is done and pawned
Everything I got is done and pawned
Pawn my tobacco
Pawn my pipe
Pawned everything that was in my sight
Oh,
at the wake and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Widow Malone began to cry: "Such
wooden pipe
Tobacco, weed mixed inside
This makes us forget the night
Oh no
Baby, you and I
We were looking up the sky
Is it me or just I?
I can’t believe
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