When we Write a Song - THE TiPS

I was stitting in my living room — the air was full of smoke —

listening to good reggae music.

Frank will come soon, I hope.

Then he came in with some of the good stuff

and he showed me a nice reggae bassline.

We were smoking all night and recorded a song,

drinkin, making music, having a good time.

We hit the bong all night long.

This is how we write a song.

There is nothin' to complain

when the weed is in my brain.

We hit the bong all night long.

This is how we write a song.

There is nothin' to complain

when the weed is in my brain.

Un poco de sol, un poco de lluvia.

The weather doesn’t matter

when you smoke and have a beer.

Now hear the reggae ska guitar offbeat riff,

everything is fine when you suck on a spliff.

The music is turned on,

all the bad things are gone.

No need to feel alone

when we hit that bong

We hit the bong all night long.

This is how we write a song.

There is nothin' to complain

when the weed is in my brain.

We hit the bong all night long.

This is how we write a song.

There is nothin' to complain

when the weed is in my brain.

The music is turned on

all the bad things are gone.

No need to feel alone

when we hit that bong.

You got to dance and sing along.

Nothing will be wrong

when you hear that song.

We hit the bong all night long.

This is how we write a song.

There is nothin' to complain

when the weed is in my brain.

We hit the bong all night long.

This is how we write a song.

There is nothin' to complain

when the weed is in my brain.