Lyrics:
and they still suck
I guess that’s what happens when you give babies a thumbs up
Racism stories we are to be blamed they don’t know our part
Life is
It's Barbie bitches
We got Tom Tom's over here bigger than a monster
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
We got tom tom's over here bigger than
A] Glimmer of Hope
Anneke van Giersbergen: Through their eyes we will see
Bob Catley: With their hands we will create
Anneke van Giersbergen: In
physically.
TOM:
We havent got that far yet. Well, not all the way.
CINDY:
Tom (whispering), I think you need to tell the truth
TOM:
What truth?
CINDY:
Ooo, that's the motion
Two minutes, got her open
Bob Marley, always smoking
Ooo, that's the motion
Only needed two minutes, I got her open
Living
smoking blunts all day we get blazed as fuck
and get high all night (Cough)
tell em
We be puffin on the endo
We blowin kush up out the window
I got
ever slow down
These are the things
Done only by kings
Manifesting these feelings
Before I cut any strings
That are holding me down
An concealing my
The bob marley gets ya super duper high
The bob marley gets ya super duper high
To the east west north and south
We keep em keep em keep em coming
that's ok, you are my friend, we're smoking it until the end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
It's nice to smoke, yea that's what
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
the cats
Tom Joad walked down to the neighbor's farm
Found his family
They took Preacher Casey and loaded in a car
And his mother said, We've got
fun
Ian mean to eat you niggas up no tums
But I'm smoking on big gass for my vet lungs
My bitch is a Stylist she don't wear no toms
Stop jocking this
the cats."
Tom Joad walked down to the neighbor's farm,
Found his family.
They took Preacher Casey and loaded in a car,
And his mother said, "We've got to get
be smoking,
And I be smoking
If I say we on one nigga
Then we on
And if I say we gone my nigga
Then we gone
And if I say we drinking
Then we
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
I've been smoking on my own (High, slow by)
I've been smoking on my own (Why, why, why)
I've been smoking on my own, smoking on my
I've been smoking
drop for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are high
what’s the purpose?
Blood raining down from the serpents
City of Angels, everything’s burning
We are all gonna die, death is certain
Angels are gone, never
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
at least
Top of the class
Top like a varnish
On top like a garnish
Your jewels lookin tarnished
You niggas is cops and informants
In vip
But you are not that
One place
One time
One action
And only one thing
Love
I am love
You are love
We are love
We are an expression
Of creation
Creating our expression
no such thing as death
Life is only a dream
And we are the imagination of ourselves
Here's Tom with the weather
Here's Tom with the weather
Hey Bill,
Marley(spliff)
Picture me rolling like I'm Bob Marley(spliff)
Picture me rolling like I'm Bob Marley(spliff)
We juss be puffin on trees bruh
Don't give
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
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