IRC-Galleria

I'm sitting here in the smoky room
It's just another smokey Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my weed
I got nothing to eat
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I smoking

I'm walking around in my house
I'm smoking too fast
I'm smoking too much
I'd like to change my color of bong
I feel so stoned
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I smoking

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the green green hemp
And all that I can see is just a empty hemp-tree
I'm smoke my head full and stoend
I'm smoking smoking smoking smoking smokinging much
And all that I can see is just another hemp-tree

I'm sitting here
I miss the hemp
I'd like to go out taking a weed
But there's a small feel inside my head
I feel so high
Put myself into street
Well, nothing ever happens and I smoking

booose is not good for me
boooose I do want to smoke of the hemp-tree

I'm smoking' around in the city of boose
Baby anyhow I'll get another weed
And everything will smoked and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout green green hemp
And all that I can see is just empty hemp-tree
I'm smoke my head full and stoend
I'm smoking smoking smoking smoking smokinging much
And all that I can see is just another hemp-tree


I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the green green hemp
And all that I can smoke, and all that I can smoke, and all that I can smoke
Is just a empty hemp-tree

Lyrics:Pulu