Texty:
Burinu

The NATO bombs were like sleeping pills When I smoked the weed that killed Elvis I took enough to make me ill When I smoked the weed that killed Elvis

Weed, weed, what a relief Where will my eighth a day habit cease? This an agricultural service announcement You can treat it and you can douse it Let

[Man:] Aah my nigga mon, Ah shit, dawg, my nigger done just got out. [TQ:] Yeah, I'm about this biatch. [Man:] Aah check it out man, We about to be on

Maria's cryin and I don't understand It takes two to tango Three to make me really mad But things ain't that bad Call me super dad Suzy's had

Oh, now, want to be free Tired fe lick weed in a bush Tired fe lick pipe in a gully We want to come out in the open Where the breeze can blow it so far

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

Lassateme sta? ma che vulite ?a me iatevenne nun ve voglio vede? lassame sta? nun me tucca? lassame sta? nun me ?nquita? chesta E a vita mia e voglio

Weed All of that which could hurt ya in all of the world could never harm you in my arms my love, My girl. Although I know it?s a hopeless, unreasonable

Quand l'jour de gloire est arrive Comm' tous les autr's etaient creves Moi seul connus le deshonneur De n'pas etr' mort au champ d'honneur Je suis d'