November 12, 2015

Lyrics

If I weren't here and I was there
Never corndog [?] in your hand

Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama

Hallelujah, hallelu maybe
I've been searching for a fresh shaved little lady

Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama

Fresh little girls make my thoughts bad
Make a young man feel like an old scab

Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama

My mother was my whiskers
Father was my claws
My grandpa was a chupacabra

Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama

Whose got metal hips and inflatable lips
Garibaldi eyes and jellyfish tits

Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama

I slowly wiggle my cacti roots
Don't mind me I've been drinking the juice

Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama

Drinking the juice

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