Weed Dealer & the Many Grams - Secret Handshakes

Typical wet summer night
Lost in our room lost in time
This beer is not cold anymore
It tastes like piss because it's full of our spit but I love it
Some grams to get through the day
Others just because the night
We keep doing this for ourselves
A secret handshake, a family made out of friends
Lightning and thunder it came without warning
There's nothing you can do just go with the flow, beat it
So many grams
So many grams
So many grams
So many grams
So many grams
So many grams
So many grams
So many grams
Starts from the drums, it grooves with the bass
The guitar play the lead and the voice is just a singalong
Starts from the drums, it grooves with the bass
The guitar play the lead and the voice is just a singalong
Lightning and thunder it came without warning
There's nothing you can do just go with the flow, beat it

Written by:
Alessio Ghezzi, Giacomo Dell'orco, Lorenzo Petri, Matteo Donatelli

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