Tekst - Chu-chu Train

Hopin’ next ride will be the last. I hate the way I feel when I smoke you. I’m goin’ down…

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Tekst - Chu-chu Train

Hopin’ next ride will be the last. I hate the way I feel when I smoke you. I’m goin’ down…

I smoke the shit like a chu-chu train One cloud after the other This ride goes on and on… I’m proud that I’m a real man I smell great, I feel great Destroy my ugly thoughts Make me feel good. I don’t cheat… I hate the way you dress I hate the way you smell I only love the way, when you look At me when I ain’t Lookin’ I still drive this shitty chu-chu train Hopin’ next ride will be the last I hate the way I feel when I smoke you I’m goin’ down, You’re makin’ me down Tearin’ my soul apart Let me feel good… Leave me soon!