I'm flying to Amsterdam, too transgressive
I love Holland like Van Basten
I land with dignity at Schiphol
And I return to Milan feeling awful
We're back, sorry for the absence
This city is an addiction, eh
Now that I have my Malaga and cream
I can throw away this CBD

There's no freedom (there's no freedom)
Everyone to Amsterdam (everyone to Amsterdam)
Visa and MasterCard
I don't burn the rotten package
Only fresh stuff bought in Am
I don't burn the rotten package
Only fresh stuff bought in Am

Hey, hey, hey
I count the cash, DJ Harsch give us a nice bouquet
All puffed up in Uber, brother Lex Luger
Bad super, you have the money, let's do that
I make it explode the subwoofer
With friends on the bike through all the canals
We're so high we're flying like Yuri Gagarin
I don't care about Van Gogh I want the rare smokes
I attack, I look at various asses, not the tulips
We're in the rolling phase, cockpit
We're four, we take eight joints like May Day
I go around all done that I'm not a loser
But if I'm with the Dutch I'm wooden popo (haha)
I'm smoking on the windmills (hey)
If we pass them to you bro they're pure, be careful
I'm with Eddy all done, bro we're happy
And this weekend we're going to Barcelona too

I don't care about Rembrandt
I have three trees in the blunt
We smoke in Amsterdam
You can't, you're doing Ramadan
I'm all Faith & Barney's with the space cake
My bros are down for the Grey Haze
In Am, with MadMan it's matching, Holland
You in Belgium with Van Damme

There's no freedom (there's no freedom)
Everyone to Amsterdam (everyone to Amsterdam)
Visa and MasterCard
I don't burn the rotten package
Only fresh stuff bought in Am
I don't burn the rotten package
Only fresh stuff bought in Am

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