Lyrics:
(Joint)
Tarts velünk itt a béke szigetén
forró nyári hangulat egy nap lementén
mindegy hogy egy panel tetején
vagy a Balaton partjának szélén
most
was like "Who's on the
Panel?", and everyone said, "Familiar faces"
Logan, Hattie Collins, Chantelle Fiddy
I don't rate them
Ras Kwame, Donatella (Who
Gucci corduroy
Gilroy strains in my joints loud is stronger than some 'roids
Headed headed to the Bay straight from Norman's Cay
Headed headed
comot my joint
Pere, make I give you my cheque book
Take anything, anything wey you won do
Kolobi kor, komole, je Ka kolobi kor
Gbe soke je ki'n panel
I remember being richer than a king
The minutes of the day were golden
I recall that when the joint passed round
My body felt a little colder
But
I remember being richer than a king
The minutes of the day were golden
I recall that when the joint passed 'round
My body felt a little colder
Well let's see, we had the eh, we had the Fairlane
Then the u-joints went out on that and the bushings and then your mother wanted to trade it in
la voix
Pour que vous compreniez qu'il y'a pas d'raison qu'on m'fasse la loi
Je saute à pied joint, pied joint, j'ai l'kung fu de David Carradine
C'est
solitary confinement
I keep your backside open like the English Channel
I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel
I'll survey your panel, put
some prior arrest
Fa show ya know we're goin' westward hoe
can you handle
half a chicken in the door panel
We at the mo' with a four-O and a joint
We
solitary confinement
I keep your backside open like the English Channel
I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel
I'll survey your panel, put
on lil little daycare joint right there or
something you know? Peoples crazy man they ain't doin anything
but gettin out and gettin a damn gun and lay
grievous well
He's got arthritis in his 4 wrist joints haha I'm like
Rambo's ammo mantle wearing my Flannel sandal handle in my
Camo Lambo panel I call it
panel
From the PGA would stand and just
Throw up they hands like "fuck it"
Then stand before me and hand me
An honorary Stanley cup
Now in this minute
Of estranged members of kin and friendships
The brother of the bride hospitalized
Recovering from attempted suicide
Bridesmaids twisting joints with bible verse
musa ukuthintiliza
Call me the solar panel my rhymes powered the sun
Call me the G the god ndizala le sound
The lord call me your dad hardcore
tailored verses, whacking their Joint in two
I've got a point, let's poind a few
Expanses of this field they're in 'fore we appoint a few
Eliminators who
dra
Bryt
Kommer att ta din joint stadig
Boy i'm ready varnade barnen käp redan galning på dagis bakis
Så om hä bryt så du ramla av
Jag menar upp på
let me scramble these hood tales
And farewells and blood on panels
I search for answers
But truth told the answers with in
I turned 10 pennies to a dime
joint ventures
Around the world we run it
Money on the table like we starting a monopoly
Man them that that give back and we need dat like autonomy
It's
Heated leather with the windows tinted, you know we smoking in it
Dozens joints twisted, endo ending 'fore the night's finished
Engine revving, see
On va bien tomber sur le dos
En arrivant à Havre-St-Pierre
Le voyage jusqu’ici
S’est bien déroulé
Le patron conduit la « panel »
Et les autres sont «
And when I did, I dry-humped the cameltoe
I'm Earl Manigault, planet panel the periscope the antidote
Y'all ain't remotely close tryna channel hope
I'm
to me we ain't even close
Dressed in a Ralph Lauren flannel
I got a chick that do hair and real estate panels
Fuck that little stack what you bringing in
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