MUD/BUD

By KILLZODI

On RAW/WAR

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Had to get it out the mud

Face down in the dirt while my fingers break the bud

This spliff got me elevated, a lack of motivation

Motive to the nation, wake up early just to blaze, so

Cheers to the sunrise, obliged to smoke the whole bowl at one time

A specialist in reefer, the dutch in which I specialize

Realize the real lies set in stone, the real shit set in silver so you know it's gold

It's known that I'm often gonе, weed totin' at home

I've been grown, spittin' hot brimstone

Thеse drugs in my system, a belly ache

Throwin' up the ganja, been 3 days, I've barely ate

Had dreams of the serpent swallowin' it's tail

My fate in the river, surrounded by some fish scales

I live another day to speak another tale

When days been meek, look to the spliff an seek

Another reality, my mindstate suffer causality

Casually sippin' spigots of evil