Small herbs have grace, great weeds to grow apace.
Man, dammi la weeda, gimme da skunk Gimme da skunk, gimme da skunk.
Ricordo quando l’ho incontrata al parco sette anni orsono vestita in verde con quel suo profumo buono.
Puff the magic Buddha here I come once again.
And we were getting high and she was smoking pot.
Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the COWS are pretty.
A sparrow dropped a letter to me as it passed.
Casa mia ha così tante piante che ti senti all’aria aperta
We’ve got magazines to read we’ve got Doritos to eat.
How can humans play God when they are all stoned?
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight,
And One, Two, Three, Four, And A Five, And A Six, And A
A Bag of Weed, A Bag of Weed
Oh, everything is better with A Bag of Weed
You’re a happy guy when you plant the seed
Because everything is better with A Bag…
I particularly enjoy the circumference
Niggas say I’ve got an old soul well, I tell them that I’m here motherfucka
You can’t have it this weed is mine.
When I’m with her guarantee I’m never sober.
That’s the only thing that keeps me level up in my crazy head
Level of sanity going out the window.
Thank you sir, strike up another mandolin of discipline.
If I’m pimpin’ on the F with weed on my breath.
Non sto invecchiando. Sono rughe di espressione
…e dimmi com’è? dimmi com’è che non fotti con me?
Quanto sono brutto!, mi chiudo dentro al cesso.
Che marijuana bella e profumata che bella fumata