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If we split it we should kill it,

I'm talking three cans by the minute

Don’t get timid start to fidget

What we start we gotta finish, on your

of joint
Good strains we are bring to smoking them please
We wish you da medda keesmas and a smoking of weed
Oh bring oh

Man!
This Christmas weed is so nice

never know the Consequences
Might just get to you
You gotta Be Prepared
In this world that we live in
Where everybody's Sinnin'
Gotta find a way to be

dick since I dropped my project
I don't know who you are, who is you
All y'all sound the same, who is who
I got old bucks like I'm Tom Brady
Still gotta

and says now you know what we want to hear
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along

Our beloved India

Believe it or not,
We are the most loved and passionate worldwide.

Wherever we go make friends for life,
And on every occasion

you were gay

Sat by the motorway smoking our days away
Hiding from people I want to avoid
Smoking while blasting Pink Floyd

We smoked our days away

to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little

We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low

Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little

the dead
I got some purple kush from prince
Smoking clouds are my shoes
Ain't no killing my vibes Armstrong is playing the blues
No strange town everything

weed smoke until them eyes they bleed
You see weed you see weed you see weed
You see weed you see weed

Tree of life, are we moving love weed better than

In T We Trust
This weed straight keef, I'm smoking dust
I Packed my lunch a backpack full of purple kush that pack a punch
Pops said let me get

and
Fuck hoes on my spare time
She don't fuck on the first night
Then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley
That Bob Marley like yeah

Uh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Aye
Aye
Yo mama kicked me out her house
Just cuz i'm tighter than her blouse
I'm Tom, she Jerry
Flyer than Fairy

I think we all do is go through life trying to figure out, you know, what are we supposed to do, what are  we supposed to be
I mean, everything has

Smoke in the air as i ponder myself ya 'kna
Through all of the shits we nuh
We nuh stop gwan , we never calm down
Boy I really came from down under

where the fuck are we going
I hop inside of the whip with all my boy, yeah
We about to make some noise, yeah
We all just smoking loud, yeah
Go and get

back turn on the stereo
Someone talking shit about pot smoking
Ah here we go never wanna kill your buzz no
Matter no where you go
Are you addicted? No, I

shit nigga I'm Michael Myers
My fans really love me I Get em wired
Congrats to my new bitches yall are hired
To all of my old bitches yall are fired

You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for

Dance Contest

Frank Zappa

Tinseltown Rebellion

1981

cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,

the system
Uh, in God we trust and all
The guns are just backup
Rocking camouflage, "Don't Tread on Me"
Get smoked like tobacco
Yeah, we're white trash, we

a limitless rain

So much of this sea has been filled with the sorrows
Endured by the suffering Jews
But only the tears of the poor ones are bloody,
The rich

'Cause it's pretty hard to find a good man
Who gives a god damn...
When he's treated like Job by the powers that be
What are the rest of us fucks