PATRIC - Smoking Joker [Original]
Lyrics:
[CHORUS]
Yo digo mas, de lo que pienso
Digo menos, de lo que veo
Y cuestiono, todo lo que me dices
Me Perdonas, But I got to Release this!
Have you ever really listened to a Peter Pan?
He handles a pan and looks like Raggedy Ann
With a cigarette rolled up, stuck in his lip
Spittin' out tales like some Western flick
Jack & Jill's, your liquor and your pills
Spending all your dolla on some weekend thrills
Birds of a Feather as they Flock together
Scatter Away at the sight of nasty weather
Or at the sight of pretty treasure they will measure the pressure
Tackle all your treasures at finger tips leisure
And Sell you a tale to make you forget that
They gonna take your money and spend it on sweet crack
They're gonna take your disgust as just some more street crap
as long as you drop the dollar in his cap
said
Mas!
[Chorus]
Even though you might live in a Palace of Gold
Eventually your mind gets glittered in old
your body starts bending back to your toes
you mind starts slipping the stories it holds
Friends start fading, hour by the second
Your scared and alone, your death's in the kitchen
Point at your past with a gun in his hand
reminding you of the times you ill-mouthed the pan
And in that moment you begin to see clear
That we're all the same when we're standing right there
Ashes to ashes and dust back to dust
and even the metal will fade back to red rust
MAS!
[Chorus]
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