Bad Bender - Smoke
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Bad bender - Smoke

I'm still the same, I'm still the same
I'm the one who could, the one who could
Inhaling smog, oh, this smog
Could you do it? Could you do it?

I'm still the same, I'm still the same
I'm the one who could, the one who could
Inhaling smog, oh, this smog
And you could do it, and you could do it.

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In the morning in the forest
I'll wipe my sneakers on the bark
I'll pick up mine

I'll re-worn the leaves
I entered this game
I'll break bones by throwing them
Grinding you into flour

Is your friend good at text? I'll disappoint Groot here
You speak as if you were true
But you're a chatterbox, I'm not lying

Amidst the hustle and bustle
Confidently and brazenly I push on
A gray-bearded man on board
He was singing the hydra's funeral service

At home, everything is sensible
The cat is warming the kennel
I'm playing backgammon on the table
I'm in debt to my loved ones

Bitch, Ooooooo
I'll tear you to pieces with text
You're below, and I'm above
I'll change your shoes like a flea

I'll blow you away like a husk
This will be well-known
I'll throw out a verse
I'll scratch my groin with my hand

At the microphone, like in a workshop
I hear everything, a big ooh
I'm not throwing fluff
Blunt has long since gone out in my hand

I'm still the same, I'm still the same
I'm the one who could, the one who could
Inhaling smog, oh, this smog
Could you have done it? I couldn't do it anyway

I'm still the same, I'm still the same
I'm the one who could, the one who could
Breathing in, I could, oh, this could
And you could, no way

I'm still the same
The one who could
Breathing in, I could
And you could

I'm still the same
The one who could
Breathing in, I could
And you could

I'll break it like a shell
On my own shore
I know I can do anything
I cherish my peace

I'm all gray haired
A naughty boy in the wrong year
I'll jot down lines in a notebook
And then I'll rub them all out

Oh, this is oooooh
I won't leave this road
I'll go around your threshold
A wooden leg on my hand

Do you hear? Ooooooooooooo
I'm going with force along the beat
I'll go where it's impossible
I know for sure that I can

I'm still the same
That under the beat
Not nearly soaked
In a couple of lines

Almost a woodcock
That's just right for me
I'm talking about that myself
I'm the same

I'm an Old Dog
Gray tips of the ears
I'm an old Dog
I've lived to see these days

I'm still the same, I'm still the same
I'm the one who could, the one who could
Inhaling, I could, oh, this could
Could you have done it? No way

I'm still the same, I'm still the same
I'm the one who could, the one who could
Inhaling, I could, oh, this could
And you could have done it, no way