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letra de festival - smellington piff

(verse one: sean peng)
yo
born and raised on a festival site
mad rebellious type but aced rhyme
words already ahead of the time
i’m stuck deep in the mud
but still seem to be receiving the love
bunning out living in the fields of crops
with the highest yields i feel my surroundings
don’t deal in drugs that leave me real ungrounded
i’m bound to my family that live on the road
they got my back throughout sun rain wind or snow
i know where i’m at in the festival far from the
yard or the flat with no garden attached
i’m sat soaking up the vibes
wake up in a sweaty tent cause we stay up all night
light up the kia to get the party light but keep it slight
security are driving by clocking on to the stash

(chorus: smellington piff)
welcome to the festival it’s time to get wrecked
we neck the booze before the bags got check
wear are sensibles thinking nonsense untill we hit the deck
welcome to the festival

(verse two: eric the red)
it’s summer time lets get f-cked at the festival
snorting powdered drugs at the point decimal
i’m peeling off my socks as i’m l1cking mdma rocks
sketching about security and tripping round the cops
consuming acid drops and eating amc
burning holes in my nostrils from sniffing 2cb
fabbing on lsd with j-man djin out
playing nothing but whiling out hitin anything about
nose is a snotty snout after sniffing all the shine charge
with no charge fam p-ss me that line
drink the key liquid line hit that liquor thats hard
rld is sniffing chalk off the corner of a card
mind is feeling scarred from teleporting and warping
md making me rush off the endorphins i’m saucing
for the festival vibes like cartel rolling out the kaya
to spark the hence l

(verse three: o.a.b)
the sniffer dogs at the entrance crews p-ss through
black guys create paths of no fences
the list of friends wanting to be wrist band shuffled in’s endless
woman gypsy swinging to the festival fiddler
i didn’t mean to diddle her but i did in the end in the middle of her and a friend
on a deflated airbed in a one man tent trying to convince them both to bend
tried taking a couple of breaths of zen inhaling the whole triple ballon instead
p-ssed out woke up chicken clucking on a hay bale red aquamarine painted over my head
it went in a blink of a squinting eye got done a few in my life 22 years shy
fell in love with festival wives and 2ci finally found one worth following up

(verse four: smellington piff)
you’ll find me in a field inhaling a ballon
the high feels great but it’s gone to soon
chewing shrooms got these hippies howling at the moon
death caps will turn your world in to a cartoon
paying money for a wristband never made sense
we just rush the security or jump the fence
i’m going to be awake the whole week i didn’t bring my tent
some call it a waste of time i call it time well spent
from festival to festival glastonbury to bestival
i keep a knapsack stashed next to my t-st-c-les
filled to the brim with edible chemicals
got to stay one step ahead of the federals patrolling
i’m holding a couple of bands
so if you want to get in cheap a speak to me i’m your man
i’ll get you in for some weed and a couple of cans
welcome to the festival it’s just began

- smellington piff

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