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mr traumatik – dirty wordplay part.2 كلمات اغاني

[intro: narrator]
officially named ‘ganja,’ it’s colloquially described by the rastas as ‘herb,’ and bob marley is said to smoke a pound a week

[hook]
i’m a farmer, i don’t drive a tractor
i’ve got joints in my hands, chiropractor
the buds are heavy, like a anchor
i’m smoking loads of weed
listen
well, i’m a farmer, i don’t drive a tractor
i’ve got joints in my hands, like a chiropractor
the buds are heavy, just like a anchor
i’m smoking loads of weed and drinking ayahuasca
well, you know my cannabis is lush
your cannabis is awful
i think it’s been rushed
i’ll tell you why it tastes of sh-t (why?)
because it hasn’t been flushed

[part 1]
blam
i’m rich, i’m wealthy
smoking weed is healthy
i’ve got plugs in everton, i’ve got plugs in chelsea
i’ve got so much weed to smoke alone, please someone help me
i’ve got so many flavours i’ll just take my pick, selfie
i’ve got runts and i’ve got skittles, yeah i’m spoilt for choices
i’ve got wedding cake and cookie, yeah i’m spoilt for choices
i’ve got mac with cheese or lemon, yeah i’m spoilt for choices
i smoke so much weed and now i think i’m hearing voices
i’m holding loads of stacks
no loans or overdrafts
if you intervene with my money, i’ll make your nose collapse
i’ve got weed in my shoulder bag
i just pull up and smoke a pack
i’ve got so many flavours i’ll just take my pick, photograph
i’ve got og kush and gelato, yeah i’m spoilt for choices
i’ve got louis the eighth and creme brulée, i’m spoilt for choices
i’ve got ackee berry and cherry pie, i’m spoilt for choices
i’ve got psychosis, i’m hearing all these crazy noises

i’m special you got special needs and you got loads of enemies
don’t [?] my nose it never bleeds
i don’t do c-ke or hennessey
i’m using sacred energies
i’m counting all my precious seeds
i’m cultivating lemon trees, this weed it tastes so heavenly
i love cheese it’s nepalese, my squidgy black is lebanese
f-ck these natural remedies, it’s all internal therapy
i make p from [?] i’m stacking up these mega ps
i don’t do hate or jealousy and i’m here to stay, i’ll never leave
if i don’t smoke i’ll murder them
humans, i don’t trust ’em
your plugs, i’ve never heard of ’em
don’t lie you silly dumb c-nt
i’ve got plugs in birmingham and i’ve got plugs in london
blunts i’m burning ’em, i’m burning skunk spliffs
it’s all organic, my blunt is like a truncheon
you’re smoking cabbage, it smells like dirty c-nt sc-m
i’ve got weed in the attic and i’ve got weed in the dungeon
i’m traumatik yeah just pay me cash in lump sums

[interlude: narrator]
perhaps the most controversial aspect of rastafarianism is the use of marijuana as a central part of the philosophy

[hook]
i’m a farmer, i don’t drive a tractor
i’ve got joints in my hands, chiropractor
the buds are heavy, like a anchor
i’m smoking loads of weed
listen
well, i’m a farmer, i don’t drive a tractor
i’ve got joints in my hands, like a chiropractor
the buds are heavy, just like a anchor
i’m smoking loads of weed and drinking ayahausca
well, you know my cannabis is lush
your cannabis is awful
i think it’s been rushed
i’ll tell you why it tastes of sh-t (why?)
because it hasn’t been flushed

[part 2]
i just proceed to sow seeds and grow trees of dope weed
don’t phone me for no ozs it’s personal, i smoke these
please, i flow greaze, my content is so deep
these mountains i’m climbing, they’re so steep i get no sleep
i’m welsh, but i ain’t sh-gging no sheep
that’s dirty, you don’t know me, i’m not desperate, i’m not lonely
don’t p-ss me off, there’s no need
i will make your nose bleed
i could be walking in the snow, i still ain’t getting cold feet
my content is so deep
these mountains i’m climbing, they’re so steep i get no sleep
i’m welsh, but i ain’t sh-gging no sheep
that’s dirty, you don’t know me, i’m not desperate, i’m not lonely
don’t p-ss me off, there’s no need
i will make your nose bleed
i could be walking in the snow, i still ain’t getting cold feet
that’s some dirty wordplay
i write lyrics on a monday, even on a thursday
i write lyrics on christmas, even on my birthday
so many lyrics, now my fingers need some first aid
i’m addicted to the music it’s not hard to see
i’ll tell you why: ’cause making music is a part of me
i do it 24/7 not part of me
it’s flowing in my veins and pumping in my arterties

[outro: narrator and bob marley]
what about alcohol?
alcohol make ya drunk man, it don’t make ya meditate, it just make ya drunk, when you drink alcohol you don’t meditate

- mr traumatik

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