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I'm sitting on a square in a tropical climate, I smoke grass with my cousin, I have the honor to climb tops to climb my hands are sticky waiting hopefully in the end, a twisted sheet I fire up a gibbon I download a few hits I already have chillout without putty my eyes are heavy but my soul wants more after 35 I have 5 headaches, Satan haze, so Okay, you need to move on Dutch night wants to crumble Unfortunately in Poland I have to watch out for movements, you know what I'm talking about I'm going With a quote, calm at ease for this criminal dick in his mouth but returning to the topic it's Friday And a lot grass will be a bomb cousin brings a brewery in the park sit down you need a drunk moron asks for a cigarette for the sake of peace he gets what he needs another bottle of beer 《--- GOOGLE TRANSLATOR