Lyrics
(intro) smoke this, smoke this/
Focus, roaches/ roaches/

(hook)
You can't sleep/ smoke this
No appetite/ smoke this
My eyes bloodshot red but i bet you im focused/
Trash can full of blunt guts, ash tray full of roaches/
Roaches, roaches/

(verse)
Every now and then i just get that feeling/
Stressed out, need to get right back to chilling/
All a n***a really need is that sticky/
Know the police out but i got to get it/
Only got one life and i got to live it/
Call my dawg, said ill be there in a minute/
Say them folks hot, & they'll get to tripping/
Said be easy then i slid off wit it/
Them big buds, don't really want no midget/
Them good times, don't really want no Phillies/
I see a spliff & i got to build it/
I see the world, too much killing/
Ain't no such thing as too much chilling/
Might call you lazy, yea right really/
Tell that to the man Mojito sipping/
On a island beach with a bag of piffy/
Straight chilling, just living/
No worries, really kicking it/
No politicians, no one picketing/
Babylon is starting to look rickety
No stress, that's that ganja kicking in/
When you come down just roll a spliff again/
U don't smoke weed then i know you missing it/
All you got to do is split a gar, then stick it in/
They say legalize it, i hope you're listening/
A hundred people, smell weed on a fifth of them/
Instead of helping the weak we kicking them/
The youths minds, media one a tricking them/
Enjoy your life before you miss it all/
Every time you see me i just lit di gar/
No regard for one a ganja laws/
Just say its medicinal/

(hook)
You can't sleep/ smoke this
No appetite/ smoke this
My eyes bloodshot red but i bet you im focused/
Trash can full of blunt guts, ash tray full of roaches/
Roaches, roaches/