Tekster:
Blunt

Tell me the wars you're fighting Behind the smile you're hiding All the things I know you want to say We tried our best to find us But there are no lights

Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooahh, hey! It's 72 degrees outside, zero chance of rain It's been a perfect day We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from

Yuk, hella high, tinky eyed like Korea. *(chorus)* 20 blunts a day, I been gettin high all day. 20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger. 20 blunts

This is something for the blunted Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say

(Grunts) Check It Out Another Fuckin Sampler, I Won't Even Front, I'll Fuckin' Tell You All About Our Shit Simple And Blunt, And If You Take The Time

Por sentado no doy nada de lo que soy ni el latido mas minimo, ahora no.. It's the air that i breathe It's my fall at your feet It is my song I

learn, but it's too late Blunt force trauma to the head But it's too late It's too late It's too late Too late Blunt force trauma Blunt force trauma

smoke a blunt i love to smoke a blunt man hey man you know, my white homies ask me do you like uh, bongs or blunts? i tell 'em blunts, cause i get pulled

Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin' you know what I'm sayin' With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine And Jack whose names is Joe Check it, check it,