Testo Disappearing Jakob - Onoe Caponoe
Testo della canzone Disappearing Jakob (Onoe Caponoe), tratta dall'album Voices from Planet Cattele
I wanna smoke with you (uh, uh, uh)
I wanna smoke with you
I wanna smoke with you (uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, light that shit
Rolling, smoking, potent, trolling (trolling)
Coasting, ocean, toking, potion
I'm rolling, I'm smoking, shit's potent, controlling
Stay coasting, ocean, great token, my potion, success
I got that shit, that little clip
One, six, nine, flick, that drum nick tip
Wake up, sun beaming through my window pane while I scrape up
Money off my floor to get a dro, then a street car
Skating down the road I feel my phone ringing, it's Jakob
Jakob was distraught about to link him by the main car
Yo, yo, yo, cap man, yeah, yeah, yeah, I was gonna say fucking
Ah, fuck, shit, shit, fuck, man
Must have been a rock or something
Crashed my shit and smashed my phone
Didn't know what Jakob was about to say but fuck it
Cruising on some fuck shit, kinda limping from the slug hit
Made it to the spot to cop the pot like how we does it
Got off my board, was waiting for what seemed
Like fucking hours (the fuck is going on, man?)
Jakob never showed up
Didn't have my phone to call
Sitting feeling like a fool
Jakob what the fuck? Hoping I'm still waiting for my weed
Some say that he went to jail
Others say he ran away with money from his brother Del
Though sometimes I wonder sit and thinking, "Jakob, fucking hell!"
Weed can't be found
Still I'm rolling (still rolling)
Dipping around
Fuck that shit
I need some dro
I'll find a link
And cop an o (yeah)
Straight, dealer, fuck man
I wanna smoke with you (uh, uh, uh)
I wanna smoke with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna smoke with you (light it up, light it up)
I wanna smoke with you (light it up, light it up)
Fuck that shit
Weed can't be found
Still I'm rolling
Dipping around
(Fuck) fuck that shit (yeah)
I need some dro
I'll find a link
And cop an o
Anyway, I went home and my mom was like
Hey, Germaine ya blodclat bwoy
Why affi skate around the road on ya likkle skateboard
Lookin' for ya ganja
You know seh mi have two blodclat bugger out pon mi bed side table ya know
Go and tek a likkle zoot inna ras
Ah, thanks mom, you're the best
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Writer(s): David Leslie George Webb, Jermain Fabian Kalib Champman-clarke
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