Die Antwoord - Roll It | Текст песни

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• Die Antwoord
• Roll It

Roll it, poke it, light it, smoke it,
Crumble, strumble, pass it, toke it.
Roll some, bong some, a bit of home grown,
Suck it, bucket, inhale to get stoned.

I’m wakin’ up in my bed, wakin’ with a sore head,
Because I need to get my suitcase head down to stansted,
Coz I’m going to Amsterdam with old fred,
In the Netherlands smokin’ till the day that I’m dead.
Skinnin’ up a philly as I get of the plane,
Makin’ me feel silly like I'm ten again,
Take a puff, suck it in, feedin’ your brain,
A carrot shaped joint come shine or rain.
Come again and pass the roach clip,
Toke it up, smoke it up, every last bit,
Yo, keeping it comin’, hit hit after hit,
With your head in the sky and your shoes in shit.
But do you care, when you smokin’ the rare,
With your brain flyin’ high on the road to nowhere,
Put it in your pipe, boy, you don’t be scared,
The grass is always greener over there.

Roll it, poke it, light it, smoke it,
Crumble, strumble, pass it, toke it.
Roll some, bong some, a bit of home grown,
Suck it, bucket, inhale to get stoned.

Pass the menu ‘n’ check the best blow,
Triple X, Thai or a White Widow,
Hawaiian, Juanita or KGB,
I can’t get enough no of the devil’s weed.
Indian Hay, Cheeba, Sativa,
Mexican bud, singing oh ariba,
Suckin’ on a cone, know I’m getting’ nearer,
So why buy when you can grow Madeira.
Fry your brain, eat your shrooms,
Coz tonight, my friends, your buds are going to bloom.
So take your hats off, it’s the Dutch Master,
Rollin’ too slow, let me make ya go faster,
Get you in a haze, and you know it has ta,
The angel of death, coz you’re rolling with rasta.
Up into the attic, where’s ya billabong tank,
Don’t let the blim get ya down, ready to spark,
Until you’re boxed, but where do you wanna go,
No DXM shit for you the best blow.

Roll it, poke it, light it, smoke it,
Crumble, strumble, pass it, toke it.
Roll some, bong some, a bit of home grown,
Suck it, bucket, inhale to get stoned.