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Reverend & the Makers — MDMAzing ft Howard Marks
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reverend and the Makers
Reverend and the Makers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy Welsh
Jimmy Welsh
Songwriter
Jon McClure
Jon McClure
Songwriter
Marcus Smith
Marcus Smith
Songwriter
James Welsh
James Welsh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Welsh
Jimmy Welsh
Producer

Lyrics

Good morning Reverend, It's ahh, Howard Marks calling. Look, You really mustn't release this track mate Or even play it live. You're glorifying drugs like, You're saying they're cool... But don't forget drugs make people irrational... Drugs make people irrational Especially those people who don't take them ...like your Mother. So ma mum knows about the weed I smoke It's the E's and go make a mind y'know? And I make'a'wanna fak'ammana smack some blow Rain and pills and lotion O's My mom says "Son Stop", But she don't know 'bout thos Pills I got, E's from a geezer met ye rock, And he hit the top when that bassline drops. I think I drink too, I think I smoke too, I think I smoke too much. And if I sink to, my knees I ought to Get me some open such. If we pray, pray Pray and pray, we pray that it will go away But I can't help praying that I wish it stays Oh we can just get fucked for days. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. My mum don't know abot the E's I pump, The weed I smoke She knows but she thieves a lot So much Coke in my nose take it easy Bruh Like ya know what I'm burraw when I see the cops I've got to hide my shit Before they find my shit... And I don't wanna load it to anyone, Because I really like shit. You know... I'm stoned, I'm a skychiatrist So if you feel alone, then take a try of this. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. My mum knows about the weed I burn, She's just luuursh she's 'eard the word, Must a've had a word with the dickie bird Who told her I'm a junkie. Mum says "son please", I said mother it's not like i'm diseased, Every a'now and then we take a couple of E's And get a little funkyI think I drink too, I think I smoke too, I think I smoke too much. And if I sink to, my knees I ought to Get me some open such. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need. C'mon now lets get mashed, Let get munt'red, lets get trashed, Let's go out and blow some cash On shit we don't need.
Writer(s): James Charles Welsh, Jon Maym Mcclure, Marcus Maym Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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