Sto cemo sad kad vise nemamo za pivu i put ka blagostanju u laganom je padu drhtave ruke dzepovima sansu daju eto rizla, zbogom ocaju Bilo bi dobro pusit dzointove smotuljak srece, zabranjeno povrce teske noge, a oci cudno velike ko nije s nama tesko nas razumije Kad nema nikog da ponudi suradnju jos litru i vodu nam servira na pladnju drhtave ruke dzepovima dat ce sansu i bit ce rizla da se motaju Yo, we're coming straight from the islands of Jamaica, mon smoking product, smoking kush this is the high life, mon Passing smokes, passing munchies passing girlies around fucking merry-go-round, marijuana (Don't you wanna, don't you wanna marijuana, don't you wanna)
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