I find it hilarious, filling up my pair of lungs
With the bear of skunk, crammed in this cherry blunt
Yeah I'm on athletic and I can barely run
Smoking the grass that came from the ground of mary's cunt
The hairs on my bud are why I'm higher than the vader
Looking through these crystals like a mine was excavated
When I die and reach my final destination
There'll be THC flowing inside me, renovated
Now I don't fuck around with legal highs and if the weed is dry
Suffocate the plant and smoking up the tree of life
Usually uptight through the week and I'm feeling stressed until I have a session and I free my mind
I'm up in smoke there's no seeing me
Now toking close unless the product that I'm crashing off is GDP
My lungs are the color of black, but the weed is green
My stash is the bomb, call it TNT
Now when I've got no weight in the bundle
Stressing with no weekend flow
My brain's getting puzzled and I don't know where the pieces go
Only when the reefer smoke is creeping slow
Drunk and high and passing out on random streets and roads
I'm living the high life without the business suits
Regardless of anyone that told me to take a different route
I'm eating chicken noodle soup, sipping brews
Might give my spliff a lick or two
Then hit the sticky icky ooooh
Doctor's say the ganja's harmful, simply isn't true
Prescribing Oxycodone, man, they lost all dignity and principal
Rekindling the fire, my head is feeling like a dryer
The nine to fiver, rhyme provider
The higher, I get the more simple life becomes
So I just light the skunk, so what if I am bugged
Cos' I'm a nice guy and all of that, except
When I can't afford a bag or worse my dealer doesn't call me back