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Tytuł: Sweet leaf

  • Wykonawca: Ugly Kid Joe
  • Wy¶wietleń: 379
When I first met you, didn't realize
   I can't forget you, for your suprize
   you introduced me, to my mind
   And left me wanting, you and your kind
   Oh yeah!
   Straight people don't know, what your about
   They put you down and shut you out
   you gave to me a new belief
   and soon the world will love you sweet leaf
   Oh yeah!
   Funky fresh tunes
   And you're walking down the street
   And you're trying to find the girl
   That you really want to meet
   You're flying past the reef
   And you're drinking shrunking heads
   You wake up in the morning
   And you wish that you were dead
   As you stagger home
   In the blackest form of night
   The rollers out in force baby
   They're looking for a fight
   You try to play the game
   You try to pass the test
   But the only thing in sight baby
   Is the sight of your arrest
   Jail cell - living hell
   Cains off me I'm free
   Doing time - one more time
   Mine, all mine, all mine
   Now the country club is cold
   And the country club is mean
   The attendants at the country club
   Ain't something to be seen
   If you're messing with my girl
   You're messing with your life
   Cause I'm gonna cut you
   With a big, big knife
   You bet your fuckin' life
   Now as you stagger home
   In the blackest form of night
   The rollers out in force baby
   They're looking for a fight
   You try to play the game
   You try to pass the test
   But the only thing in sight baby
   Is the sight of your arrest
   Jail cell - living hell
   Cains off me I'm free
   Doing time - one more time
   Mine, all mine, all mine
   I wanna tell you a story baby
   I hope you wanna hear
   I wanna tell you a story baby
   I hope you wanna hear
   Going downtown in the back of a car
   Some motha'fucka' left the door ajar
   Remember what your parents said
   Be home by eight and in your bed
   Now as you stagger home
   In the blackest form of night
   The rollers out in force baby
   They're looking for a fight
   You try to play the game
   You try to pass the test
   But the only thing in sight baby
   Is the sight of your arrest
   Jail cell - living hell
   Cains off me I'm free
   Doing time - one more time
   Mine, all mine, all mine