paroles de chanson Take Your Time // Roll Your Spliff - Quadroon & Tapley Sound

The last, lust, a luxury, we love to be with hands tied
Suddenly a camp fire, come with we to stand right, lets go
Imma bee on a bum high, leave me for the dust I
Need another one time, to grow

Raise me, with barred arms hardy "har-har"
I saw Sartre, its all art, like ha ha i know

Co-sign, co-crime, no love, no life, oh my good lord, lets
Go like, cold light, n, soul sight, low life's
Fortnight, pulp fiction, so we might propane
Booth be looking like a studio used to live in

I always took if for granted, never thought id abandon
The land that i inherited, but barely could stand it
I thought that it'd be different, something i could handle
Now i got one in my hand while the other dangle

Take you time, roll yo' spliff
Pay yo mind, raise you kids
Take the chips, and never look back
Play for keeps, and never cut crack

Take you time, roll yo' spliff
Pay yo mind, raise you kids
Take the chips, and never look back
Play for keeps, and never cut crack