So when I’m fed up I get red upnMary Jane messed my head upnShe can be my best friend forevernAt times I regret that I met hernWhen she eats all my cheddarnBut she makes life seem betternLike whatevernStressin’ me out she settles me downnPut it in the air bredder spread it aroundnBut don’t abuse itnWe use it to temple ballnFrom Nepal there’s a mental drawlnMeditated like we’re mentalnJust the way God intendednWhen I pick up the pencil and scrawl the splendidnI used to use cigarette mix and blend itnNow I don’t tend to ping everybody offendednIf they criticise weed defend itnA crystallised tide yo’ glistenin’nBlow my mind like nitro-glycerinenThis is the dealnAll day every day give you something to feelnnWe want weednSticky green treesnPick out the stalk no sticker no seednWe stay lean off this THCn9 ounce to the barn4 bars to the kinWe want weednSticky green treesnPick out the stalk no sticker no seednWe stay lean off this THCn9 ounce to the barn4 bars to the kinnPeripheral switch to weed with spliffs and shitnAnd cigs remove the twignThat’s the life of the breathing tipnWith king slims and choice blends to no endnHigh kyer fire burnin’ sex with friendsnBut I burn it with a precedentnA broken mennStreet soldier strutting out of with the leafy stemnHigh fliers with a focus loads of Bush and painnKnock it on to the punters and they’re back againnBuy cheap sell high and subsidise what you buynStill I walk straight through this crimson tidenYet you all polluters don’t know what one hit could providenBest just step aside I take a poetic glidenWe’re off into the stratospherenEyes too glazednI’m being slayed from the potencynToxicated commodity my propertynMeditated with E’s the weed flows through my blood streamnnWe want weednSticky green treesnPick out the stalk no sticker no seednWe stay lean off this THCn9 ounce to a barn4 bars to a kinWe want weednSticky green treesnPick out the stalk no sticker no seednWe stay lean off this THCn9 ounce to a barn4 bars to a kinnEven the driest shit, taste itnAll types of hybridnThe black resin smelling unpleasant when you light itnThis is for the friends I got high with, by withnThe glistening eyes and the Chinese eyelidsnSky-high kids from the happy high risenThis is a rise smithnWith their spliffs in the vice scriptnPuffin’ Northern Lightsnand the smugglers who brought it over borderlinesnFlying in for the cannabis clubnTill I damage a lungnAnd my cabbage is brokenEither way I’m getting lean today and tomorrow never comesnSo I’m sat in my drum strappin’ bad shit I’m donennWe want weednSticky green treesnPick out the stalk no sticker no seednWe stay lean off the THCn9 ounce to the barn4 bars to the kinWe want weednSticky green treesnPick out the stalk no sticker no seednWe stay lean off the THCn9 ounce to the barn4 bars to the kinWeednWeed...