[Intro]
Hey folks, it's Marijuana Man here coming to you in...
No, it's not live at all, is it? No, it's pre-recorded and heavily edited, and I don't even think it's much of that, really
[Verse 1 - Datkid]
Yo, Yo!
Zoned-out astronaut can't keep track of thought
Strapping more overweight zubbies from this bag I bought
See, Matt was four when he caught his first passive draw
Back before he'd ever had a L'a hanging out his jaw
Deep down to my cloudy core, I'm a buddaholic
Chugging chronic and the bag a stuff that I smothered on it
My lungs are polished with some black tar, blood I'm coughing
Germinating seeds, grow a Mother, take the cuttings from it
Yeah, I smoke dog like Chris Tucker on Fridays
Build up a big worm and let it muddle my mind state
Every dutchie I like makes, my reflexes slower
Like they're stuck in a time frame or clutching a tight brake
As I take a trip to the garden of Weeden
I be so spaced out that I'm hardly speaking
Eyes partially bleeding, spliff sparked 'til I'm sleeping
It's all I do all day apart from some eating
[Bridge]
Today, for all you boys and girls, we're gonna smoke marijuana. Yes, yes! You've heard all the talk about it. And so, first, what you need is a small bag of marijuana. Marijuana comes in many different..
[Chorus]
We, pollute our brains with the devil's lettuce
Smoking sessions get excessive
Keep it burning till we're getting peckish
Scoffing space cakes, flavoured with like eight strains
THC levels stay raised, working in strange ways
Pollute our brains with the devil's lettuce
Smoking sessions get excessive
Keep it burning 'til we're getting peckish
Then nyam a tub o' cannabutter spread on thick cut bread and burn our lips up with spliff buts
[Verse 2 - BVA]
Bunged up beyond belief, some profits off leaf
Cop it and leave
Shh don't want them robbing the trees
The doorbell's going, I'm watching Batman
Weed symbol on my cat scan
Taking girls on holiday to Lapland
Some people go for a job, some people read the paper on the bog
Me? I burn a bag of weed or melt a hash block
A type of connoisseur, aphrodisiac, make the pussy purr
Juicy and weedy I wanna stir
Find me chilling at the strain competition
Baked, trained in the grave proposition
RIP to the days of 'garetteing
Sand and shit in the weed you're hitting
Conspiracies got me playing with some dark predictions
Heavily relaxed or heavily sketching
I skipped a few lessons, getting lost in the effervescence
Out to be Hugh Hefner
Mansion with weed skets in
Herb fetishes fulfilled in the tree section
[Bridge]
Marijuana comes in many different kinds about you know, thousands, hundreds of thousands of different kinds and we got like four or five here. This is green crack, this ones called (?) and you might notice they all look pretty similar..
[Chorus]
We, pollute our brains with the devil's lettuce
Smoking sessions get excessive
Keep it burning till we're getting peckish
Scoffing space cakes, flavoured with like eight strains
THC levels stay raised, working in strange ways
Pollute our brains with the devil's lettuce
Smoking sessions get excessive
Keep it burning 'til we're getting peckish
Then nyam a tub o' cannabutter spread on thick cut bread and burn our lips up with spliff buts
[Verse 3 - Res One]
Yeah, this is for my non-sober stoners comatose upon their sofas
Flagging with their red dragons, wrapping up the dojos
Strap it fatter than the eyes of hovers
Misses passed a glass of soda
Red cherry berry got my throat gasping passing over
I'ma keep this one sweet but strong 'cause my sweet tooth and diesel's gone
Leave the bong two sheets and a piece it's on
Weeds gets chonged 'cause the globe's a better place with utopia haze
Forget its ways with amnesia blazed
Wordsmith, eyes looking like a pair of furnaces
Burning like napalm, got strains to leave your face numb and workless
I burn with, all sorts of chicks
Lips on my morning glory coordinate my Miss Swiss and Snow White are smoke dykes
Indoors or outside, they're both high and both like a four way with most types
Most times I'm so high, minds on a ghost ride through ghost town
So smoked out, the folk died
[Bridge]
And we ignite the marijuana that's in the bowl. Yes, we do folks, and then it inhales. It goes through here, up the tube.. as you inhale it simultaneously. Now, halfway through your hit, you wanna open the chamber
[Chorus]
We, pollute our brains with the devil's lettuce
Smoking sessions get excessive
Keep it burning till we're getting peckish
Scoffing space cakes, flavoured with like eight strains
THC levels stay raised, working in strange ways
Pollute our brains with the devil's lettuce
Smoking sessions get excessive
Keep it burning 'til we're getting peckish
Then nyam a tub o' cannabutter spread on thick cut bread and burn our lips up with spliff buts
[Verse 4 - Leaf Dog]
Yeah, yeah!
As I awoke in a dark room, no light anywhere, cushions everywhere and a strange tune
Hope they let me out soon, there's damp and cold
Before I knew, they threw me into modern seg row
There's a bright glow shining off a silver wall
They're out to make money from me but the fans keep me cool
The puppet master's a fool, thinking that I don't know
The only aim is to live while he dwells on the dole
Still in control though make it black out for twelve hours
The weed strains can't grow, so they want ours
I know the end's near, if I see flowers
I'd rather let the mites eat me and the leafs ours
They wanna devour, cut me up and hang me in the shower
But I can smell the smoke coming from the dodgy power
Pow!
Might just take the whole building out
But me, I'm just a Leaf. Who cares what I'm talking about?
[Outro]
And then what I suggest you do is reload the ball with some more marijuana