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letra de thc (reefer diary) - cee & bekah

[verse: cee]

yeah, kris blair, cee-for, bekah
mel to t-dot. let’s do it

yeah i’ve been halfway ‘cross the world on a long -ss trip
so gather ’round y’all, and peep my reefer diary for a minute
kick it off in toronto, smokin’ scarborough hydro,
illin’ in monteal, nickel bag done got me high though
then i headed out west to b.c.,
van city, so pretty, burned the illest of green
the scenery was perfect, i’m hittin’ l’s through the rockies
up in whistler, jasper, banff, nothin’ could stop me,
i shot down to vegas where the lights is blindin’
but the weed left a muhf-ckin’ lot to be desired
now i’m off to england, home of sh-tty weather man
raining so we smoke all day and ain’t nothin’ better than
hittin’ the andy white from wandsworth to clapham
up in london, w1, puffin’
with notion and bekah, we jetted to manchester
oh sh-t! i’m greening out after only three spliffs
bounced to scotland, blazin’ the herb in glasgow (aye laddie)
down in the isle of arran, believe me, we not low
oh no, i smell trouble, we in the gr-sshopper
rock a bag full of hash and don’t know where my -ss got it
but f-ck it, it’s amsterdam, d-mn it, i’m blasted man
smoke in every coffee shop the whole way down the dam
find myself in madrid, cop the weed up
from the parque del retiro in plaza maestro villa
took the green ‘cross the border, we headed over to portugal
new years! we in lisboa puffin’ and p-ssin’
and coolin’ in porto, with hash from morocco
eating francesinha, super bock to wash it down bro
and now that we back home, rollin’ melbourne’s finest
dog i’m so stoned, i can’t even f-ckin’ open my eyelids
yo, that’s how i gets down, i’m a cannabis fiend
and f-ck some blood y’all, my veins is pumping thc

- cee bekah

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