Lyrics:
Aye just remember
All heroes don't wear capes
They bag up eighths , vapes, and concentrates
Shout out drew Fontaine call em king of the terps
Rosin
your way to Tucson
Make sure you bring a couple new songs
Good Summus in my puffco
A little rosin never is enough
Tucson hemp showing love tho
Qualifire
talkin' bout the dabba, dabba, dabba, dude
Rosin', rosin
Look dog, I got a pausing
I'm bein' honest
Look dog, they're all astonished
Hella promise
Shit got
call it live rosin
Resin and rosin preserve
Cannabinoids and terpenes
But one uses gas
And you better make it burn clean
An intro into terpenes is
poder
Tenemos el rosin tenemos la zaza del closet sabemos mover
Ando con Slypher metido en la trampa sabemo la vamo a prender
Póngase
Fiddler rosin' up your bow
We'll have our own
Ozark Mountain Jubilee
If I can't be a favorite son
I'll be the prodigal one
'Cause I've been gone
on his thumb
And a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called 'Cotton Eyed Joe'
And they dance all
rock 'n' roll
Well, I know I'm gonna have some fun
And when the rosin' starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye
Like I'm just about to blow a fuse
'till the cows come wandering home
We're getting too high strung
It's time we had some fun
We'll tip the kitty and tell the band
To rosin up the bow
Hey
jeg de ordene
Jeg veit at hun vil høre
Få sjå på fetta di
Kom igjen jeg veit du har ei
Ja den er sikkert fin som en stor rosin
Og jeg vil så gjerne sjå
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
I'm Almighty Malachi, the bowling god.
The smell of rosin gets my high, kiss those fuckin' pins
bis ich Blei spuck' (pa, pa, pa, pa)
Jetzt hab' ich Geld, all-black, wer ist Maskulin? (Ja)
Fünf Stern Scaloppine, Samra á la Frank Rosin (rra)
Samra
To glisten once again
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
I watch and stare as Rosin's eyes
Turn a darker shade
To glisten once again
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
I watch and stare as Rosin's eyes
Turn a darker shade
rock 'n roll
Well I know I'm gonna have some fun
And when the rosin starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye
Like I'm just about to blow a fuse
Mama
fade come get it you know that a nigga got hands
Smoking that rosin we taking big dabs
We after the green we chasing the bag
Niggas my sons yea i am they
mis pulmones se estan muriendo
Llegamos al paryson, con un papel de rosin
Y con sendo bong, correa gorra toda la combinacion
Kalibre y el santo me
Liker ikke boller med rosin
Bitchen kan få min
En flaske eller to med no vin
Denne kvelden skal bli fin
Flexer aldri supreme
Går på bygg for å rive
rock 'n roll
Well I know I'm gonna have some fun
And when the rosin starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye
Like I'm just about to blow a fuse
Mama call
quieres estar conmigo baby
Esa no es la respuesta
Tantos dolores no puedo mas
Me habla de amor
Ya no puedo pensar
Falta del rosin del hachi
Ganas de
you got em
Then hit 'em with a bar
Rosin in the dram
Feelin like the man
Smoke it if you got it
Then pass it to ya fam
Chronic in the jar
Kill em like
a mi
2Kora
Ella me llama a las 5 de la mañana
Pa que la rompa en su cama
Pero es madrugada no importa nada
Porque es sata fuma marihuana
Puro rosin en
about this place
Smokanagan
If I left I would be thinking about it often
Got lots of rosin if you wanted
Rosin in my pockets
Pouring thoughts out like
with a bow on his thumb
And a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called 'Cotton Eyed Joe'
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