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We've got stash to smoke, so grind it up Inferior tools will not do 10 grams are waiting to be lit up Orange Crush, Purple Haze, Thunder Blue Turn the day into night, get high! Fuck the world, put it on standby But for now, just open your eyes Where would we be without the proper supplies? Let me tell you! Beggin' in the streets for a couple of cents Sleepin in the park on a wooden bench Turnin' tricks for money till the broad daylight It doesn't need to be this way, just use the right WEEDGRINDER! don't comply? WEEDGRINDER! gonna die! WEEDGRINDER! no debate WEEDGRINDER! death awaits you! Right now it's time to smoke it up Let the green curtain come down fast But before we're gonna roll it and smoke this shit up Let me submit you to one little test What is the number one rule? Do not use your fingers, you fool It's a matter of life and high Do it right or get ready to die!...
Writer(s): Klemens Mayr, David Furtschegger, Kevin Stout Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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