[bad word] Roll that spliff
Show love to the spliff
Everyone around the whole world
Loves the spliff
Mother Nature made it
So we gotta bun spliff
VERSE 1:
Bun Marijuana
Over throw the Government
Legalise it and farm it
Gotta spread the [bad word] It cures disease
Brings peace and laughter
Make you real haps
Creative and calmer
Never mix tobacco
With the zoogy
That's the harmer
Its vapour or pure
Back rolled nice roach
Fat tings blowing O rings
Out my merkaba
Gonna get the munchies
Then I desecrate masalas
With chocolates for afters
Elevated state of mind
Floating by the rafters
Sticky ickys chronic
Mans in Bricky like
What the ras cuz
100,000 deaths each year
From prescription [bad word] The total know in the world
From weed's none
I'm bunning everyday
For thirteen years
I've never been better
Ever since a teen
I pledged to never
Give up weed ever
Better bill another zoot now
Get lean bredda [bad word] VERSE 2:
Bun up mad zoogy daily
Living for the chronic
Coz sonny it's never failed me
Platonic with the friendship
It’s always there and it helps me
Book me for a show
Well then sonny
You're gonna smell the [bad word] out of my pocket
You know it’s OG, Kush
Blueberry the Cheese
I be smoking OZs
Blowing those [bad word] in zone
Conjuring the flows
Full of prose from a smoked tree
Jeheeze
I can't even see my eyes geez
Floating on the high seas
Aligned with my rhymes schemes
Peak times round here
An O's so pricey
But I don't care
I take Mary out nightly
Treat her so nice
Wrap her up tightly
She's smelling so fresh
I might make her my wifey
Piff's on the highway
One toke and you're irie
If you love the herb
Buss your peace sign high [bad word]