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Smoke the weed, everyday. Don't smoke the seeds, no way. Smoke the weed, hey. Smoke the weed Younger generation. Young boys and girls. Be careful of the seeds you show. If you wan fi see a
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Is true love a trip to Chinatown. Or being held in one's opium gaze. Under the peach trees. There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant park. Or being held in the month of May
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all along, now, it's smoke The things we've written in it. Never really happened. All the things we've written in it. Never really happened And all of the people come and gone. Never really lived
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(Hook). Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi. Getting money like Illuminati. Look up and see the palm trees, * everybody. Palm trees, * everybody. All I see is the money, buried over the
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced
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I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves &. No-one saw us but the trees. . Yeah, the trees, those useless
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I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves &. No-one saw us but the trees. . Yeah, the trees, those useless
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tiHoly Smoke. arIron Maiden. alNo Prayer For The Dying. Lye、、の、. 66032164. Believe in me - send no money. Died on the cross, that ain't funny. But my so called friends they're making me a joke. They
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father of three Only takes one tree to make a thousand matches. Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees See it in the class room or the swimming pool. Where the match stick men are
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picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!) Hook Baby Bash & Angel Dust. Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun. Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless. Dirty dirt. Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun
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picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!) Hook Baby Bash & Angel Dust. Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun. Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless. Dirty dirt. Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun
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You can walk in the pine trees. You can sit down. You can hold the earth in your hands You can run from all this. You can go the long way. You can carry my weight the whole way down As the crow
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I love to smoke. I smoke seven thousand packs a day, ok. And I am never * quitting! I don't care how many laws they make. What's the law now? You can only smoke in your apartment, under a
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percolated bitch (Percolated bitch). I give her this percolated dick (Yeah). I show her these percolated tricks. Pop Smoke, they know who run the city. Pop Smoke, nigga, you can ask Diddy. Pop Smoke bust up a
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that she owned. She moved faster all on her own. But the freedom had left her, left her drifting like smoke. Left her drifting like smoke. . He'd come on off the road. On his shoulder laid her
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. We were livin' smoke and mirrors anyway Gonna drive all night 'til we disappear. Chasing down the miles so far from here. As the smoke and mirrors start to fade away. We're still the same I remember
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On your knees you are taller than trees. You can look over heartaches and pain. When my faith is gone to my knees. I will go, growing stronger and taller than trees One night it was a long time
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to be a waitress Well,. we all say that we'll quit someday. When our ship comes in, we'll just sail away But we're just blowin' smoke. Hey yeah. We're just blowin' smoke. Hey yeah. Out here goin
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, smoking on king Kinley. On that yo, retro haze but sp. I don’t search for trees, I am og. Lil nigga yo lungs ain’t strong enough to high box regard. You ain’t got no ones and you mouthin off. Nigga
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Song Smoke - Brian Fallon. And I lost my mind in the middle of Toronto, I was. Spending nights at home full throttle, I was. Breakin' your heart. Breakin' my heart, revenge. And I feel just like I
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Bài hát Chimiley Smoke - Harry Belafonte. Chimney smoke, chimney smoke. A winding and a whirling. A climbing and a twirling. Chimney smoke, why did I roam. Chimney smoke lead me home. There’s a house
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Song Smoke Two Joints (Rarities Version) - Sublime. I smoke two joints in the morning. I smoke two joints at night. I smoke two joints in the afternoon. It makes me feel all right. I smoke two joints
