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Afroman
Afroman
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Jimmy Cliff
Jimmy Cliff
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Joseph Foreman
Joseph Foreman
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Jimmy Cliff
Jimmy Cliff
Songwriter
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Loppy Octopus
Loppy Octopus
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Joseph Foreman
Joseph Foreman
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Damn, how long it's gonna take you to roll the joint Cuz? I just got the bag Yo bro you actin' like, you playin' the piano or something Cuz I just got the bag homie, know what I'm sayin'? Chill the fuck out homie Let me hit this homeboy La da da da da (oh boy) Shoop shoop shoobie doo wa Yeah, it looks lovely Hey where the light loc? Right here, Cuz Give it here man stop bullshittin' I love you baby (oh yeah man) I love you honey Yes I do (take this dick, honey) Do it to me girl uh Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Fo sho' Yeah It's been a long long time I've been smokin' Smokin' marijuana (La da da da da) It takes out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas It's been a long, long time I've been smokin' Smokin' marijuana (La da da da da) It takes out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas It puts my mind at ease Indulgin' myself in the calm breeze And my problems will float away beyond the palm trees But I gotta keep smokin' and a smokin' and a smokin' on I keep chokin' and a chokin' and a chokin' on I keep sellin' and a sellin' and inhalin' My tumbleweed I like to go to Palmdale (yeah) Sit by the fountain (sit by the fountain) I light up a fat one gazin' at the snow-capped mountains (Come again now uh) I like to go to Palmdale Sit by the fountain (sit by the fountain) I light up a fat one gazin' at the snow-capped mountains Baby please don't nag Go and get me the zig-zag And my problems will blow away Like a plastic bag But I gotta keep smokin' and a smokin' and a smokin' on I keep chokin' and a chokin' and a chokin' on I keep sellin' and a sellin' and inhalin' My tumbleweed I need to get a job And that's not funny (La da da da da) 'Cause me be smoking too much ganja (yeah) And be runnin' out of money I gotta lie to the man (let me get an application) Tell him that I've never been arrested (sir you have never been to jail) I gottta go to the clinic baby I gotta get drug tested (oh no) I got no food for my stomach Got no gas for my coup de ville I gotta walk to the supermarket for some golden seal 'Cause everyday I be smokin' and a smokin' and a smokin' on And I keep chokin' and a chokin' and a chokin' on And I keep sellin' and a sellin' and inhalin' My tumbleweed yeah Ohh, ohh yeah Uh I said the black man smokin' (black man smokin') If he's a soul bro (Hey man what's happening) I said the Mexican smokin' (Mexican smokin') If he's a cholo (where you from esse) I said the creole smokin' (creole smokin') Down in Mississippi (fuck creoles) I said the white man smokin' (white man smokin') If he's a hippie (where's the bud man) It puts my mind at ease (puts my mind at ease) Indulgin' myself in the calm breeze And my problems will float away (where?) beyond the palm trees But I gotta keep smokin' and a smokin' and a smokin' on I keep chokin' and a chokin' and a chokin' on I keep sellin' and a sellin' and inhalin' My tumbleweed Right about now (ohh) I'm fixin' to dedicate this to everybody (ooh, yeah) That went to Palmdale high school with me Check this shit out Cuz Eh, Lexico, check this out I said Joey Jo has an Afro Sing something with soul chillin' ice-cold Jerry with the high top fade Hey man take me back to the bridge we up outta here man It puts my mind at ease (puts my mind at ease) Indulgin' myself in the calm breeze And my problems will flow away beyond the palm trees Whatcha gotta do But I gotta keep smokin' and a smokin' and a smokin' on I keep chokin' and a chokin' and a chokin' on I keep sellin' and a sellin' and inhalin' My tumbleweed Ohh, ohh yeah My tumbleweed
Writer(s): Jimmy Cliff, Joseph Foreman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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