always plastered we're the closest thing to suburban gangstas cold air's what we breathe our vests have no sleeves it's hard to haul trees in subzero degrees we smell like evergreens
翻訳: MCクリス. 常緑.
[mc chris] Well on the first day of Christmas my dealer gave to me A bag of 'shrooms and some LSD We snuck into the park to steal some Christmas trees
