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