Marijuana Songtext
von Attic Abasement

What you feel like is how you like to feel
And there′s nothing like it near so you kind of like it here

Do I fill my arms with comfort or my hands with heat
Can I try to keep?

Mari mari juana juana
Mari mari juana juana


What you see is plainly colorful and there's
nothing that looks as dull as what′s on your own wall
I stay slippery and try and sneak my
way through whatever end ends everything

Kid, you're broke and hungry just pretend it's nothing
Sunrise is over, sunset′s beginning
Maybe make some money off me
Come on, make some money off me

Mari mari juana juana
Mari mari juana juana