Be real
Until the end
It's 4:20 in the afternoon
Already forged the yellow of my kodge*
With an eighth, it's gotta last
But at the end we aren't smoking the same
Burning a little one
Throwing smoke in the air
A (weed) cigarette pass to elevate me
Because I want to roll weed
I want to roll weed
Taka taka tau, taka taka tau
Taka taka taka tau,
Taka taka tau, taka taka tau
Taka taka taka tau
Taka taka tau, taka taka tau
Taka taka taka tau,
Taka taka tau, taka taka tau
Taka taka taka tau
Sticky, smelly
Puts the red in your eyes
Quality, not quantity
That also goes with friendship
Real to the end
There are so many artificial people**
In bad times, I have a cigar
Here is family, above all
Stoke the fire
So that it does not go out
I almost do not have
I'm going for another trip
Because I want to roll weed
I want to roll weed
Because I want to roll weed
Let's roll weed