[Rit 2x]
My partners and I have burgundy eyes
We smoke cigarettes that have the flow of a bomb
This is dedicated to those who roll hey
This is dedicated to those who roll yo
[Verse 1]
Mine are not projects like the dog engineer
I want to make joints I make joints that hurt you
I roll more than one crù I snort it
I smoke like a dragon, paying attention to the sheriff
Here they tie our hands with their bracelets
They talk about a joint with psychologists and magistrates
Tell him that you don't smoke anymore, you only have tried it
Tell them I'm a loser they immediately caught me
But now I'll give up and go easy
I have a job and a girlfriend who is about to give me a child
Actor or smoker what do I have to do
If I smoke marijuana I am called a criminal
If you are a grower only to smoke
If you grow marijuana you are called a criminal
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[Verse 2]
Doctors, mechanics and even cops smoke. that a son of mine didn't smoke a lot
I would tell him 'it hurts you, son, you'll regret it'
I make a mistake knowing I'm making a mistake
I exaggerate because I'm almost always inclined to exaggerate
it's a medicine that doesn't hurt you too much
That causes you to collapse too much and is useless for communicating
Taste it on your palate and it will make your lungs squeal
I smoke cigarettes that make you laugh
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[Verse 3]
I have the habit of breaking and reassembling cigarettes
But halfway through the treatment I add a new component
I add the ingredient I don't give a damn about people
Whose he says it's an amazing substance so
Smoke my giolla my cumpa that takes off
In the subway when I walk around Milan among the crowds
If the cops are there I'll dial the magician's number
They never find anything apart from a few rare cases
Luck is blind but bad luck sees clearly
So to the eye the chaff disguised in the pile
You make laws but fate tells you that the Italy smokes loudly
The problem returns to court
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