Placeholder: Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need (come on) We can go to the park, after dark Smoke that tumbleweed (uh) And as the marijuana burn, we can take our turn Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need (come on) We can go to the park, after dark Smoke that tumbleweed (uh) And as the marijuana burn, we can take our turn

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Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need (come on) We can go to the park, after dark Smoke that tumbleweed (uh) And as the marijuana burn, we can take our turn

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