January 2010
and keep your lips pon me like your marijuana these streets don't love you like I do you need fi know that
- det är lätt att va efterklok - lätt att se i backspegeln och skilja rätt från fel, but i really miss you my friend ( L )
I said I smell something in the air thats making me high, it must be the ganja it's the marijuana that's creepin upon me why I'm so high maybe it's the hinde that has gotten in me whatever's g