Songtext von Pit-stop

Pit-stop, get high Everything everything is alright I still dress like a teen Hey mama my weed is so green Pit-stop, get drunk Everything everything is so punk Should i stay or should i go Who cares i don’t have any hope Pit-stop, get tricky Everything everything is so freaky No ice in my drink So what? I vote for lee ving I’m possessed by the racing God My green gas is 420 I’m possessed by the racing God One for the speed, two for the smoke, three to get ready for the dope dope dope Pit-stop, get the booze Everything everything is confused When punk goes pop I screamed: Hang the pope Pit-stop, get fast Everything, everything is a blast! No racism is a must All the rest is total disgust I’m possessed by the racing God My green gas is 420 I’m possessed by the racing God One for the speed, two for the smoke, three to get ready for the dope dope dope I’m possessed by the racing God My green gas is 420 I’m possessed by the racing God One for the speed, two for the smoke, three to get ready for the dope dope dope I’m possessed by the racing God My green gas is 420 I’m possessed by the racing God One for the speed, two for the smoke, three to get ready for the dope dope dope