[Intro: Young Igi]
I don't worry about life, cuz it will get me anyway
Until I can, I'm happy, If it will get bad then it will be bad
I know that close ones leave and we stool like bread
The most I want is for you to have your own mind
[Chorus: Young Igi]
I want THC from Sativa, not from a synthetic copy
It's what I create verses after, you run away from me
I want THC
[Verse 1: Young Igi]
Mr cop looks in my trousers probably expecting plants
He wants to take me to the station, I ask him if we're adults?
So many people smoking it, that it's hard to chase all of them
If everyone would pull out a join then practically they wouldn't be able to catch us
If you only feel free, change the word dealer into a farmer
Cuz I want to smoke here, and not get out of Poland
[Chorus: Young Igi]
I want THC from Sativa, not from a synthetic copy
It's what I create verses after, you run away from me
I want THC
[Verse 2: Young Igi]
I'm an everyday patient, I imbibe the medicine
If someone close is sick - I fuck the law and go with the heart
If oil helps with cancer - why do I have tied hands?
Simple matter, I want what helps - let's smoke this heavily
[Chorus: Young Igi]
I want THC from Sativa, not from a synthetic copy
It's what I create verses after, you run away from me
I want THC
[Verse 3: Wlodi]
And each one of you, what would you do in their place?
Close people are in pain and all symptoms of the disease are seen now
If you know, that it helps and you know exactly how to get it
You get in the car - the direction of Prague, you're ready for everything
You smuggle the oil in syringes, your own mother is helping you
Your father in the back seat - the whole action is for him
Only the border is left, opened a long time ago - but you have a fuck up
Then the judge counts how many years he should get for the desire to live
Where's the logic in all of this, I'm asking?
Where's the logic, dead silence starts, I'm not gonna continue with that
You know how much daily the Capital smokes, You don't? - then look at it
Thanks to me - my neighborhoods are the green lungs of Poland
I want THC from Sativa, not from a synthetic copy
It's what I create verses after, you run away from me
I want THC from Sativa, not from a synthetic copy
It's what I create verses after, you run away from me
I want THC from Sativa, not from a synthetic copy
It's what I create verses after, you run away from me
I want THC from Sativa, not from a synthetic copy
It's what I create verses after, you run away from me
I want THC...